One of the advantages of living half-way to the wilds of Donegal is that, well, Donegal is so close. Twenty minutes from my suburban doorstep are half a dozen beaches, each more beautiful than the other. On the other hand, each of those beaches is also twenty minutes from all the other suburbanites. Ah, well, a girl can't have everything. And when the scenery so short a distance away is this drop-dead-gorgeous, who can complain?