But wind makes for the best photos, right? (And by best, I mean most embarrassing if you’ve got a mop of hair like my mom.)
I have never been anywhere with weather more likely to change on a dime than the Irish coast, specifically the area surrounding the cliffs.
One moment, it’s beautiful and sunny, then literally three minutes later, the rain appears, seemingly out of nowhere.
My advice: Be ready to run outside and snap your photos the second you see hint of the sun, because it won’t linger long.
And wear waterproof clothes, even if you are sublimely lucky and hit the cliffs on a day with little rain. The spray from the Atlantic will cover you in a layer of salt regardless of what the sky is doing.
One nice addition to the natural attraction in the decade since I’ve visited is an indoor museum, gift shop and cafe. It has a nice viewing area, from which we sipped hot chocolate during one particularly wet downpour.
It’s a solid 15-minute, slippery walk (on a paved path) from the parking lot out to the ocean, so leave the heels at home and wear your sneakers instead.
And don’t expect to be able to get your photo right up next to the edge of the cliffs.
It’s no longer allowed (for obvious reasons).
With all the factors: the wind, the hundreds of people and the lack of an unobstructed viewpoint, a group photo can be tricky. But I finally set my tripod up on the top of a flight of stone stairs, weighed it down with my camera bag and put the timer on rapid shot. Good thing, as somehow this was the only posed photo we got of the three of us over 16 days!
(Don’t mind the fact that my scarf is trying to cut Mom out of the picture entirely.)