The Wild Atlantic Way

We had said we would have a dip in the Atlantic, seen as we didn't do it in Wales last year. It was a beautiful morning, so we took the plunge 🥶. You know when they say 'it takes your breath away' that's exactly what it means!! Cold is an understatement. Paul dived right in, and when he surfaced, his voice had gone up 100 decibels sounding like Pauline 🤣. So much so that Molly didn't know what to do as she thought he was being murdered and the sea was dangerous. I took the coldness with a bit more decoram (obvs) and more lady like. Molly preferred the sand and had a good dig instead. I think Pauline has put her off water for life!! Once his normal voice returned, Paul headed off to the breakfast shack for a waffle feast before heading off on our travels again. We drove through the colourful village of Eyeries (pronounced Iris) . It was a glorious day, so we stopped at Glenbig Beach (or O'Carrolls Cove). What a beautiful place with a pub on the beach. We had half a guiness, it would be rude not to. It was swarming with people, and we got chatting with an Australian lady touring the United Kingdom for 6 weeks. I'd like to say she came over chatting because we looked friendly and approachable, but no, it was Molly. She missed her dogs at home and wanted a stroke. Talking about strokes (said in jest!). The next planned stop was Derrynane Beach. I must say that prior to heading there, we have had numerous conversations on how Google Maps directions are not always appropriate for a 7-foot Motorhome 🤨 and should we download an alternative app, so as not to get stuck on single path roads!! Hence, to say we it was decided against (by Paul). So we follow the directions 3km on a single track road with very few passing places and Paul voicing all the different scenarios that could potentially happen. We get to a 'T' junction......🤔. Beach signposted one way (on a tiny track), or we could go the opposite way on a slightly wider road. I suggest the wider road, whilst Paul is deciding, a car drives past heading towards the beach. "Fuck it" he says, "that car has made my mind up" . We had not gone 100 metres and carnage broke out. Paul had a meltdown, and I didn't dare say,'I told you so' (at that point anyway, although I did tell him later). It was everybody else's fault for using the same road as him and wanting to turn when he was trying to reverse! 😚
Enough said, we headed off to Ballinskelligs Beach for a quick stop and then to Kerry Cliffs, 1000 feet above the water. With a quick stop at Skelligs Chocolate 🍫 on the way (on my to-do-list). Yes, the chocolate shop was closed!
We had run out of time, so we decided to camp in the field on Cliffs of Kerry and see them the following morning. As luck would have it, we had exclusive views of the once all the visitors had disappeared and the place was shut for the night. A couple of drinks later, we headed up to the Cliffs to watch the sunset 🌇 Feeling grateful and very happy 🙏Read more