Donegal is large, and Donegal is beautiful, in a certain wild and desolate style. There is a magnificent rock-bound coast to the north and a bay like the Bristol Channel, swarming with fish, to the south, and plenty of mountains and salmon rivers, and a few woods here and there; altogether a county which, if in England, people would walk over and talk on perpetually.
(Frances Cobbe c.1850)
