After a couple of hectic months shooting the AW15 campaigns an unexpectedly sunny weekend in Donegal was total perfection. Bloody Foreland is such a remote and gorgeously wild part of Donegal, a beautiful place with a timeless, peaceful atmosphere that belies its local folklore.
Although roadtrippin is technically time out I find these little trips to be seriously inspirational and they usually trigger new ideas for prints and scribbles.
Technically, Bloody Foreland or “Cnoc Fola” (The Hill of Blood) derives its name from the evening sun which illuminates the rocks along this section of the coast to a rich red hue. In the autumn months a thick covering of fern enflames the hillside with a russet colouring. However I’d rather believe that it’s name is owed to the myth of the warlord Balor, king of the Formorians, a chaotic race of supernatural beings.
Balor was a giant with a large eye in his forehead that wreaked destruction when opened, the god of drought and blight, an all-round unpleasant chap. When he was a boy he had looked into a potion being brewed by his father’s druids and the fumes had caused him to grow one huge, poisonous eye.
He hears a prophecy that states he will be killed by his grandson, so he drowns his daughter’s three sons in the sea. One is saved by sea god Mananán and raised as his foster son. He grows up to become Lugh, king of Tuatha Dé Dannan and slays Balor on the slopes of Cnoc Fola. Indeed, some say that the tide of blood which flowed from Balor’s evil eye stained the hillside and gave it its name. Waaayyyy more interesting than russet soil.