When we first came to the Dingle Peninsula 33 years ago for a yearlong residence, it was like stepping back in time. Our village had only a few telephones, including the public kiosk outside the post office from which we made our calls. Our car, a bright yellow Volkswagen 411, stood out among the few black Morris Minors on the streets of Dingle. It was a poor community, but spectacularly endowed with natural beauty. Endowed too with wonderful people who welcomed us into their cheerful and generous lives.
Today, the natural beauty and the people are the same, but there's a car or two in every driveway and an internet connection in every house. What brought about this rapid and dramatic transformation? See this week's Musing.