Country side winding roads
Boreens awash with hedgerows
Open fields cattle grazing
Farmers attending crops
Scattered villages
Little known town lands
Crossroad dancing
Wicket fencing
One manned garda station
Dated rural pubs
Co.op creamery
Milk in churns
A country church
Dilapidated graveyards
Celtic cross headstones
Weeping willows
Rivers streams lochs
Fishing land supreme
Forest trails
Mountain walks
Makes our countryside
Unique
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