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The Kingdom of Kerry is both a visitor’s and a photographer’s delight. Everywhere you turn, in every season, there’s a feast for the eyes, from magnificent sunsets to huge Atlantic waves to the bare trees of winter. Discover miles and miles of beaches, rugged peninsulas, inlets and cliffs, as well as mountains, lakes, sheep and wild goats. The soft rains produce an abundance of flora, like bog cotton and fuchsia, while the lush, sweet grass is perfect for Kerry’s famous dairy farming. The towns, like Killarney and Tralee, are lively and welcoming, and the people are proud of all things Kerry, from their Gaelic footballers to their writers and artists. In summer, festivals abound, like the Puck Fair in Killorglin, Listowel Writers’ Festival or the Rose of Tralee, while locals and visitors alike also enjoy great fishing, regattas and GAA. John Wesson celebrates Kerry’s people and lifestyle, its moods and its magnificence. Come and explore this phenomenal natural wilderness, nestled on the Atlantic’s edge. Here there is room to be alone … but never lonely.
The Kingdom of Kerry is both a visitor’s and a photographer’s delight. Everywhere you turn, in every season, there’s a feast for the eyes, from magnificent sunsets to huge Atlantic waves to the bare trees of winter. Discover miles and miles of beaches, rugged peninsulas, inlets and cliffs, as well as mountains, lakes, sheep and wild goats. The soft rains produce an abundance of flora, like bog cotton and fuchsia, while the lush, sweet grass is perfect for Kerry’s famous dairy farming. The towns, like Killarney and Tralee, are lively and welcoming, and the people are proud of all things Kerry, from their Gaelic footballers to their writers and artists. In summer, festivals abound, like the Puck Fair in Killorglin, Listowel Writers’ Festival or the Rose of Tralee, while locals and visitors alike also enjoy great fishing, regattas and GAA. John Wesson celebrates Kerry’s people and lifestyle, its moods and its magnificence. Come and explore this phenomenal natural wilderness, nestled on the Atlantic’s edge. Here there is room to be alone … but never lonely.