Thursday’s goal was to make it from the Dingle Peninsula to Doolin, Co. Clare.
We got up pretty early, but ate breakfast at our B&B before leaving.
I had a few things from the buffet + eggs + bacon.
Jon had Kipper (this is a fish. I had to do a double-take.) + eggs.
First stop on the way out of town? Coffee + a banana & walnut brownie in Dingle.
Tasted like chocolate banana bread.
We had to take a ferry, so we used that time to call and make reservations for stuff to do for the next few days.
Otherwise – we just enjoyed the drive.
We’re staying at a B&B that’s also a cattle farm this time around.
The view is a little different, but we’re loving it. There’s a DONKEY out front. I’ve been afraid to take its picture because it makes a lot of noise when we walk near it – but I’m going for it soon.
We lucked out and arrived on a really clear day – so we headed to the Cliffs of Moher to check it out while the visibility was good.
We stopped for lunch along the way.
Jon had cod + chips + mushy peas.
I had a brie + sundried tomato + pesto panini.
The cliffs? Gorgeous.
Jon tried his best, but I wasn’t breaking the rules/risking my life for a marginally better view. Just didn’t seem worth the risk.
We wound up at McDermott’s Pub for dinner + music after the cliffs. We were a little late, though, (just 30 minutes prior to the music) and didn’t get a decent seat. Lesson learned.
Jon had “bacon & cabbage.”
I had a chicken salad.
We were pretty tired so we didn’t stick around long. I am still very nervous about the driving situation, anyway, and didn’t want to wind up incapable of safely making it back to the B&B.
The combination of the tiny and twisty roads + people and tour buses everywhere in the tiny towns + the stick shift AND driving lane on the opposite side + the near constant chance of rain/slick roads = me clutching the door handles in the best of conditions.