On the way back

Finished the ride yesterday bathed in sunshine in the beautiful landscape of southern Ireland, quite a difference from the rainstorms earlier in the week. It was such a good day that for a few hours the travails of the road gave way to a glowing sense of achievement and reward - or putting it bluntly, the fantastic road and scenery made me forget about a sensation not dissimilar to getting my scrotum sandpapered for the last few hours.

We were able to get onto the bridge to Mizen Head, but were stopped from getting onto the rock itself by some hippy type who had to shut up early to go and smoke the jazz cigarette that she had just rolled. Any way here is a picture of Gary welcoming you to the marvellous vista...



After a couple of victory pints in Goleen we pitched up for the night in a very nice B&B in Schull (pronounced "skull") and had a fairly stodge-tastic meal at the only restaurant in the world where they don't know what an Irish coffee is. Honestly.

Now on a ferry heading back across the Irish Sea after we realised that due to the extravagant cost of being in the Emerald Isle the only way we were going to be able to afford a night out in Dublin was by busking, petty theft or going on the game. We spent half an hour doing each and ended up with 2 euros, a broken nose and something that Ray is going to have to see a doctor about fairly urgently.

So, probably better to head home. When I get the time a full, stupidly detailed account of the whole trip will appear on here.