The Claddagh Ring originated from Bartholomew Fallon a 17th-century Irish goldsmith based in Galway. While visiting this amazing town I stopped at a jewelers home who makes these rings in the traditional manner. There are many different legends of the history of the ring one legend has it that the silversmith Richard Joyce from Galway was captured and enslaved by Algerian Corsairs around 1675 while on a passage to the West Indies; he was sold into slavery to a Moorish goldsmith who taught him the craft. Upon his release and return to Galway he brought along with him the ring he had fashioned while in captivity: what we’ve come to know as the Claddagh. He gave the ring to his sweetheart, married, and became a goldsmith with success. His initials are in one of the earliest surviving Claddagh rings but there are three other rings also made around that time, bearing the mark of goldsmith Thomas Meade.
Here in this photo you can see the image of the ring just above the doorway.
I stood at the cliff of the ocean today saying my goodbye to this country. Ireland coast is beautiful and the land so rich with soil to grow the grasses the animals graze on. Everything is bright green as it rains almost 300 days a year. I’m not sure I’ll ever make it back but I am so grateful to have had the opportunity to visit.
I never dreamed I would travel the world.
And here I am today in Dublin Ireland. I’m here with a mix team and an all woman’s team to paddle and today is practice day. I arrived two days ago to have time to sightsee and this city is beautiful. It’s hard for me to choose only one photo for this post.
I am lucky to have such wonderful weather. No rain and mid to high sixties. The people here are friendly and eager to help with directions. I utilized the city bus system and found it easy to get around.
I’m really looking forward to practice today!