The season has changed and once again the glorious light of spring bathes the Islands in its lushness. The dawn chorus gets louder as wait for the arrival of the cuckoo. The air is perfumed with ransoms and primroses. Aran is at it’s most beautiful at this time of year when we feel a sense of rebirth, physical and spiritual. Long evenings of wonderful sunsets, locals tending domestic gardens, and the laughter of children on the playing fields. That quiet calm before the season gets into swing picking young nettles to make soup and wild garlic for pesto and Italian bread. Come home to Aran and enjoy the tranquil pleasures we have to offer.

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