I met people who lived there before electricity and cars were on the island, two of them, Hughy and Biddy, were my neighbours. Another neighbour was the one who called the cops on Ulrike Meinhof ( I kid you not!) and on "my beach" located on a wee cliff, was a small hut where you could find Rainer Langhans ( Commune 1) shouting like Hell at the sea for hours, performing what is supposed to be a scream therapy.

Apart from that, very nice people out there.
Donegal could be straight from a Tolkien book, in spring the entire coastline explodes for a short while into a colorful display and the place looks as if it was a blueprint for "The Shire", but in Winter the scenery changes dramatically, being a post-glacial landscape, a barren turf landscape, well, all of the sudden The Shire turns into "Mordor", for many months.
To scrape a living from this landscape was extremly challenging and in modern times, the proximity to the North brought along another bucketload of problems, and of course, fu____g Gombeens are in every corner of this planet, even Donegal. LOL
Thanks, soup was delicious indeed, 7 hours in the crockpot, then leek, bacon white wine, broth for 20 minutes in the pan, stir in sour cream, grate some fresh ginger, and mix with the rest of soup, a couple of slices swedish bread, done. A nice wee winter warmer.
As for crockpot, is there space for it in the imperial courier, if not, I am not buying.