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  • Day25

    Cliffs of Moher

    December 1 in Ireland ⋅ 🌬 7 °C

    Excursion aux falaises de moher, juste sublime, petit coin de paradis.

    petite anecdote : y’avait tellement de vent que ça m’a fait tombée devant tout le monde 😂 je comprends mieux pourquoi tout le monde se tenaient aux rambardes 🤭

    Ah et aussi, je suis arrivée en retard au bus qui a faï partir sans moi, les français et la ponctualité 😊

    J’ai mangé le midi avec un québécois, à mourir de rire, ils ont des expressions assez marrantes

    J’adore ce pays et rencontrer les personnes du monde entier 😍
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  • Day53

    Cork & Rock of Cashel

    November 5 in Ireland ⋅ ⛅ 8 °C

    Wir scherzen, dass wir beides können, weil wir heute draußen auf einer Parkbank frühstücken und gestern Abend noch im teuren Restaurant 😂 Wir spazieren etwas in der Stadt umher und schlendern im English Market, um ein paar leckere Kleinigkeiten zu besorgen.
    Auf dem Weg Richtung Dublin bzw. Lucan halten wir noch in Cashel, um am Rock of Cashel anzuhalten. Eine faszinierende Szenerie, die sich uns hier bietet - und wir können sie 20 Minuten genießen, bevor wir fürs Parken zahlen müssen. Wir zwei schwäbische Sparfüchse 😂 Es gibt derzeit leider eh keine Touren, wir haben aber wenigstens eine informative Broschüre.
    Die Fahrt dauert noch etwas, weshalb es auch völlig okay ist, wenn wir nicht so lange bleiben können.
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  • Day52

    Fancy Pancy Dinner

    November 4 in Ireland ⋅ ⛅ 7 °C

    Auf der Fahrt sehen wir noch ein paar coole Ecken von Cork. Und abends gönnen wir uns richtig! Wir buchen einen Tisch im Paradiso, einem super leckeren Vegetarischen/veganen Restaurant. Sie haben ein Drei-Gänge-Menü mit jeweils drei Gerichten. Der Preis ist ordentlich, aber das Essen… Man kann es gar nicht beschreiben! Wirklich lecker und mal was ganz anderes. Für unseren letzten Abend in Irli gönnen wir uns mal so etwas 😋☺️. Das Ambiente ist nicht so ganz unseres, aber wir genießen den Service und natürlich das Essen! 🍽. Wir schlendern auf dem Rückweg ins Zimmer noch umher und es ist überall was los 💃, aber wir sind kaputt nach der Wanderung. Auf den letzten Abend gab es ja schon guten Wein und leckeres Essen ☺️Read more

  • Day52

    Killarney House & Nationalpark

    November 4 in Ireland ⋅ ⛅ 9 °C

    Heute gehts früh los! Wir holen uns Heißgetränke und Croissants und fahren schnell los zum Killarney House. Schön dort, wir eilen aber schnell durch die Ausstellung, weil wir eine Tour im Nationalpark machen wollen. Wir fahren auf dem Weg zum Muckross House sogar auf einem Teil des Ring of Kerry, was wir eigentlich mehr wollten, aber wir mussten auch einfach einsehen, dass wir in zwei Wochen nicht alles schaffen können! Aber somit haben wir es ja wenigstens doch noch etwas geschafft ☺️!
    Wir parken und machen dann eine große Runde um den Lake Muckross hin zum Dinis Cottage. Wir machen dort eine Pause, leider ist der Weg zur Old Weir Bridge gesperrt bzw. überflutet. So schade, weil es so schön aussieht dort. Aber wir geben ja nicht so leicht auf 🙊 Wir finden einen Weg über einen Wall und kommen sogar bis hin zur Brücke, laufen sogar darüber und es hat sich sehr gelohnt 😍! So cool, dass wir sowas erleben können. Der Rückweg zieht sich etwas, aber wir schaffen auch das und machen uns auf den Weg zurück nach Cork, weil wir bei unserem zweiten halt leider Pech haben. Das Castle ist schon geschlossen und es wäre auch schon dunkel geworden, aber wir machen uns nichts draus und freuen uns auf den Abend in Cork 😊👍
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    Rosa Becker

    Deine alle Bilder und Schlösser wie im Märchen, unbeschreiblich schön ☀️

     
  • Day45

    Cliffs of Moher

    October 28 in Ireland ⋅ ⛅ 12 °C

    Nach einem gemütlichen Frühstück fahren wir in Richtung Cliffs of Moher. Als wir ankommen ist leider alles sehr bewölkt und es fängt an zu regnen 😔 Das war unsere Sorge. Wir gehen also erst mal zur Ausstellung in das neumodische Museum. Als wir rauskommen, scheint die Sonne und die Wolken ziehen cool an den Klippen nach oben! Wie viel Glück kann man haben 🥰! Wir laufen fast vor bis zum Hag‘s Head, teilweise ist die Strecke sehr matschig, und ich sage noch zu Chrissi, wie typisch es wäre, wenn ich jetzt ausrutsche und Zack, natürlich genau in dem Moment legt es mich hin 😂🤦‍♀️🙈. Halb so schlimm aber. Die Strecke ist jetzt eher ausgebaut und verläuft nicht mehr ganz so nah an den Klippen, zum Glück! Aber manchmal kann man dann doch ganz vor und es geht ziemlich steil ab! Hier sind dann auch gar nicht mehr so viele Leute unterwegs, was das Ganze auch nochmal mehr wirken lässt. Wirklich eine Sehenswürdigkeit. Wir entscheiden uns irgendwann umzudrehen und noch beim Turm vorbei zu gehen, bevor wir zum Auto gehen. Die Sonne fängt an unterzugehen und es ist einer dieser Momente von „Man soll gehen, wenn’s am schönsten ist“, ich kann meine Blicke kaum lösen und meine Kameraspeicherkarte wird ganz schön fully 📸.

    Abends gehen wir zu dem Chinesen, bei dem Tamás und ich waren, weil sonst alles voll oder zu ist. Und am Ende sehen wir einfach, dass Clara und Konrad auch in dem gleichen Restaurant sind 😅 So ein Zufall! Wir quatschen nochmal, freuen uns, dass wir vier heute so schönes Wetter an den Cliffs hatten (haben uns dort wahrscheinlich auch grade so verpasst) und verabschieden uns dann, weil wir ziemlich müde sind.
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    Vera Denneler

    Boahr das sieht so schön aus!!

    nataluschki

    Ja, unwirklich!!

    Rosa Becker

    Das ist eine Reise wert , traumhaft ☀️

    nataluschki

    Voll! Hat sich sehr gelohnt ☺️

     
  • Day5

    Tage wie diese

    March 8, 2020 in Ireland ⋅ 🌧 8 °C

    Auf die Cliffs of Moher freute ich mich schon in Dresden. Allerlei imposante Bilder tauchen bereits bei Google auf, wenn man „Cliffs of Moher“ in die Suchleiste eintippt. Doch hohe Erwartungen können auch oft enttäuscht werden. Dieses Mal wurden sie es aber nicht. Allein die Anfahrt war geprägt von atemberaubenden Landschaften. Einige Ruinen, viele Farmen, wo einen Schafe, Kühe und Esel aus nächster Nähe grüßten und natürlich nicht zu vergessen: der Atlantik mit seinen kräftigen Wellen, die mich wieder einmal in eine Surf-nostalgie versetzten. Bei den Klippen angekommen ersuchten wir zuerst die Toiletten hinter dem Eingang, auf dem Weg dorthin stellte ich fest, dass es ein Schild gab, worauf vermerkt wurde, dass man ein Eintrittsgeld für die Klippen zahlen müsse. Wir gingen zum kleinen Ticketoffice und zahlten beide 7€, obwohl wir auch ohne Ticket im Vorfeld durch den Eingang gekommen waren. „Sicher ist sicher und man wird bestimmt im Nachhinein noch kontrolliert.“ Man kann es sich schon denken: Die 7€ hatten wir umsonst ausgegeben und bis jetzt haben wir immer noch keinerlei Ahnung wofür das Ticket genau war. Für den Trail entlang der Cliffs of Moher jedenfalls nicht. Doch das sollte unsere Laune nicht mindern (es waren ja auch nur 7€). Glück war mit uns, denn die Klippen waren in den vorherigen Wochen aufgrund von Sturmwarnungen gesperrt. Auch noch am Vortag, dem 07.03. war das Gelände nicht zugänglich. Oberhalb der Klippen kamen wir dann, wie so oft in den letzten Tagen, nicht mehr aus dem Staunen raus. Es war ein Wechselspiel von Sonne, Regen und Wolken. Nicht zu vergessen: der Starke Wind, der mich wieder einmal wegwehte. Wäre Vanessa nicht gewesen und hätte mich nicht im richtigen Moment festgehalten, wer weiß wo ich jetzt schwimmen würde. Ein etwas anderer Adrenalinkick, der mich kurz darauf in einen nicht zu endenden scheinenden Dauerlachflash versetzte. Ein Tag ist besser als der andere hier in Irland. Gegen Abend ersuchten wir wieder unser Stammlokal für ein letztes gemütliches Mahl in Galway. Was wir noch nicht wussten: Es sollte ein ereignisreicher Abend werden. Wir bekamen den letzten Tisch zwischen zwei großen Gruppen einheimischer Iren. Bestellten Cider, einen Burger für Vanessa und einen Auflauf für mich. Ein Mann neben unserem Tisch lächelte uns zu und fing im Laufe des Abends ein Gespräch an. Schnell wurden wir ein Teil der Gruppe. Ich teilte meine bestellten Windbeutel mit den Männern. Einer brachte uns ein traditionelles irisches Lied bei, welches ich fröhlich zusammen mit dem Iren auf der Luftgitarre mitspielte und lauthals Wörter nachsang, die ich nicht verstand. Als der Abend zu Ende zu gehen schien, räusperte die eingetroffene Live Band erste Töne ins Mikrofon, woraufhin wir entschieden noch ein Weilchen zu bleiben. Fast alle im Pub kannten sich untereinander und so wurden Freunde nach vorne auf die Bühne gebeten, um Instrumente zu spielen oder einfach für Tanz und Gesang. Das zweite Lied gefiel mir besonders gut, weshalb ich einen anderen Mann aus der Gruppe nach dem Titel des Songs fragte. Er tippte den Titel in meine Telefonnotizen ein und dazu auch noch gleich seine Telefonnummer. 😂 Als es dann doch sehr spät wurde und wir uns verabschiedeten, bekamen Vanessa und ich noch eine große Umarmung und einen Kuss auf die rechte und linke Wange von dem Mann, den wir ganz zu Beginn kennengelernt hatten und der im Laufe des Abends nicht gerade wenig Guinness gekippt hatte. Einige Reisegrüße folgten und wir verließen das Pub mit einem breiten Grinsen und vielen Erinnerungen, die wir nicht missen möchten.Read more

    Bele Held

    Partnerlook😁

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    HeldvomErdbeerfeld

    Und das nicht einmal mit Absicht 😁

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    Jessica Hoppe

    Die Nummer nehm ich super gerne, wenn du keinen Bedarf hast 😂💋💋💋

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    HeldvomErdbeerfeld

    Wird gemacht 😏💋

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  • Day4

    Cliffs of Moher

    September 13, 2019 in Ireland ⋅ ⛅ 14 °C

    Für heute hatte wir eine Tour in den Westen von Irland gebucht! Los ging’s um 7 Uhr morgens in Dublin🚌 Der erste Halt war nach gut 3 Stunden dann bei den berühmten Cliffs of Moher! Die Klippen sind gigantisch hoch und richtig atemberaubend! Wir verbrachten 2 Stunden dort ehe die Fahrt weiter ging nach Galway. Am Weg, der direkt am Meer entlang führte, haben wir an schönen Stellen immer mal wieder gestoppt und sind ausgestiegen. Gegen 2 waren wir dann in Galway. 📍 Dort haben wir uns zuerst ein Restaurant fürs Mittagessen gesucht. Ich hab das typisch irische Gericht „Beef&Guiness Stew“ gegessen, was super lecker war. Nach gut 2 Stunden machten wir uns wieder auf nach Dublin, wo wir dann gegen 20 Uhr ankamen. Nach einem letzten Bier in einem Irish Pub gehen wir jetzt auch schon schlafen weil es um 3 Uhr nachts zum Flughafen geht✈️Read more

  • Day13

    Day 13 - Titanic Over Reaction

    August 13, 2019 in Ireland ⋅ ⛅ 17 °C

    I was awoken just after 6.00am by a load of bullocks............mooing outside our cottage. I got up & finished the blog. We were all up & ready & increadibly out of the door by 10am sharp & heading to Cork.

    We took a convoluted country route, which was all to later become apparent. We paid a €1.90 toll charge & joined the M8 southbound towards Cork. Just north of Cork, I could sense Chris getting gradually more excitable. He kept fiddling with his knobs!

    We continued at a roundabout, joining the N40 & almost immediately entered the Jack Lynch Tunnel which went under the River Lee into Cork. This was the source of Chris’ excitement. The Jack Lynch Tunnel is an immersed tube tunnel, 610 metres long, costing 70 million Irish pounds in 1999 & was modelled on the Medway Tunnel in Kent. The Medway Tunnel was built by Chris’ company & was the 1st of it’s kind in the UK. Some might say he is an anorak.

    We arrived at our destination, Convent Avenue in Cork, but there was no trace of Cork Gaol, or Cork Goal as Jackie referred to it. We were about 6 miles away from the ‘other’ Convent Avenue. It then took us about 30 minutes to negotiate through the hideous traffic to get to Cork Gaol, crossing the River Lee only several times!

    Having parked up, we paid our €12 each admission fee for a guided audio tour of Cork Gaol. The tour took us through the procedure for prisoners when they first arrived at the Gaol. It told us stories of various inmates & the conditions they had to endure.

    Cork Gaol was built in 1818, but was closed due to it’s deteriorated conditions in 1923. The Gaol housed mainly female prisoners, but male prisoners were incarcerated there during certain periods in that time. During the Great Famine, many people committed crimes so that they could be sent to prison, where they would be fed & have a roof over their heads, hence a better quality of life.

    It was a captivating experience. After, we handed our headsets in & visited the Radio Museum in the upper floors of the Gaol. There was an audio visual display of a mock of trial projected on to the walls, which was excellent. We all thoroughly enjoyed the whole experience, believing that they got the amount of information relayed to us about right.

    We returned to the car & headed south to Cobh, pronounced as ‘Cove’ (the Cove of Cork), but was also named Queenstown in 1849. It was another half hour drive from Cork to Cobh & we parked up outside the Cobh Heritage Centre. Cobh is renowned for being the last port of call for the Titanic in 1912 before it sank.

    As a result, both the Cobh Heritage Center & the Titanic Experience Memorial had exhibits relating to the Titanic. Both exhibitions seemed rather on the small side, but still wanted a €10 entrance fee. We decided that we wouldn’t go in to either, particularly as Chris & Angela already knew the Titanic story, in fact so much so that they didn’t watch the film of that name!

    The only other maritime thing of worthy of mention was a statue of Annie Moore & her two brothers on the dockside. Annie Moore embarked from Cobh on the SS Nevada & was the first person to be admitted to the United States of America 🇺🇸 through their new Immigration Center at Ellis Island, New York on 1st January 1892. A statue to celebrate this event has been erected on both sides of the Atlantic. Interestingly, there was a photo of Mary in her later years & she clearly had ingratiated herself into the American fast food culture. She was huge.

    Talking of food, we looked around for somewhere to eat, even in the imposing St. Coleman’s Cathedral that was celebrating it’s centenary. Jackie lit 2 candles, one for her Mum & the other for Paul Drakett. However she should have then gone straight to confession, because she lit the candles from other already lit candles, which was strictly forbidden!

    We failed in our mission to find a suitable eating establishment, so we returned to the car & got out of Cobh, quicker than it’s most famous daughter, International Athlete Sonia O’Sullivan. Our views on Cobh were that it was a bit underwhelming & relied too heavily on it’s connection to the Titanic, but it clearly appealed to the American tourists.

    Leaving Cobh, we drove past Belvelly Castle, which is a 14th/15th Century Stone tower house that has been wonderfully restored & is now a private residence. We continued to the town of Midleton, famous for it’s Jameson Distillery. We parked up & walked up & down the High Street.

    After several enquires & studying of menus, we settled on Finin’s Restaurant & Bar. The girls ordered fish & chips, Chris ordered leg of lamb & I, the Irish Stew...........when in Rome! Half an hour later, there were 4 empty plates & 4 empty glasses.

    We returned to the Cottage & after a cup of tea, Chris & I went fishing again to catch another haul of trout. After an hour of toil, we had failed. Maybe it had just been beginners luck yesterday!

    We returned to the cottage & all nattered in the comfy chairs with wine & beer until late in to the evening. We did however have a pre-bed game of Logo, where I have discovered I am now be targeted & picked on, probably because I win every game we play. Just for the record, I won the Logo game!

    Song of the Day - Titanic (My Over) Reaction by 999
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  • Day12

    Day 12 - Gone Fishin'

    August 12, 2019 in Ireland ⋅ ⛅ 17 °C

    Quite frankly it was a pretty lazy start to the day for us all. I pottered around doing my blog, whilst the others did other things, mostly basking in the sun in the front garden. A fox ran across the field, then we were joined by Rosie the Donkey & a herd of bullocks.

    It wasn’t until midday that we set out to the local town of Lismore for a walk & some shopping. We parked up in the sunshine & headed to the Lismore Tourist Information Office to enquire about pony trekking. Unfortunately the nearest stables were amazingly over an hours drive away, so that was crossed off the itinerary.

    We then embarked a walking tour of Lismore led by our guide, Chris. First stop was St Carthage’s Cathedral, which had been a Church since the 7th Century. We went in & met the cleaner, who it turned out was kept busy with a family of swallows nesting in the ceiling. It wasn’t the most attractive of Cathedrals if we are going to be brutally honest.

    We then found an outdoor handball court dating back to 1875 whereupon it started to spit with rain. We ummed & ahhed about continuing the walk & decided to go for it. It was the wrong decision, by the time we got the river bank it was pouring down. We ran for cover, dispersing in all directions.

    All thoroughly saturated we met up with each other about 20 minutes later with the rain having now stopped. The other three headed back to the town centre, but I went off in the opposite direction to a bridge that overlooked the back of Lismore Castle.

    Lismore Castle is currently owned by the Duke of Devonshire & recently hosted Charles & Camilla when they visited Ireland. The Castle has had some illustrious owners including Sir Walter Raleigh, Richard Boyle, once the richest man in Ireland & Robert Boyle, the ‘Father of Modern Chemistry’. Guests have included John F Kennedy, Fred Astaire & Adele Astaire. Sadly, only the gardens at Lismore Castle are open to the public, but at €8 a time I’m not sure whether we will visit.

    After taking several photos of the castle, I walked back up the hill to the town centre & got caught in another downpour. I took shelter & failed to make contact with the others who were in the supermarket. We met up in the Redhouse Inn for a beer & a toastie.

    After lunch, we drove to Cappoquin & drove around & around until we finally located the fishing tackle shop, which it turned out to be inside the Post Office, where the postmaster doubled up as the fishing expert as well. I bought a rod & some spinners, which we were assured would catch us some trout. As if!

    We then returned to Lismore & drove down to Ballysaggartmore Towers, where a circuitous walk took us along a woodland path of ancient oak trees for about half a mile to the Towers & Grand Lodge. Ballysaggartmore Towers were built around 1830 by notorious landlord, Arthur Keily-Ussher, as an entrance to a massive stately home he was intending to build. During the Great Famine, Keily-Ussher evicted his tenants to make way for sheep that he judged were more profitable. A group of tenants plotted to kill Keith-Ussher, but the plot failed & he had them transported to Tasmania. During the walk it poured with rain yet again, which was just not funny.

    From what I saw of Lismore, between the constant downpours, was a very attractive, spotlessly clean ‘Historic’ town built on the River Blackwater. It also had an exceptionally nice Millennium Park, with several sculptures & points of interest.

    Back at the cottage we had a cup of tea, then Chris attached a weight & a spinner to the fishing rod with some fancy complicated knots. After a few practice casts in the garden, we then marched down through the cow field towards the river. En-route we bumped into Willie digging out rocks in a field & upon seeing our rod he expressed his opinion that the river maybe too deep to catch a fish. I got the distinct impression that he thought we had not a cat in hells of catching a fish.

    Chris & I got to the river bank & muscled our way in between a couple of bullocks. Chris as teacher showed me the ropes with some ‘expert’ casts & rewinding. On around his 5th cast, Chris started reeling in & lo & behold caught a fish, which he landed on the bank. It was a small, but perfectly big enough, brown trout. WoW! A quick photo sent to the girls soon had Jackie racing down to watch two masters ply their craft!

    I had a few casts & managed to hook a few weeds, but after not too many more casts, I also had hooked a brown trout (which was fractionally bigger that Chris’)! My trout put up a tremendous fight & got caught up in the weeds, which required Chris to pull it out. I am also a bit squeamish, so Chris had to de-hook it after I had obviously had my photo taken with it, then he had to stun it with a rock to put it out of it’s misery. But I still caught the fish!

    It was now one-all & the race was on to catch the third & deciding fish. Try as we might, neither of us could land that final fish, despite trying different locations along the river bank. After an hour or so, us hunter / gatherers called it a draw & lugged our haul back to the cottage.

    Chris then gutted the fish & they were put in the oven with oranges as a starter (for 3). Once the delicious fish had been baked & eaten, Chris fired up the BBQ for sausages & burgers, whilst the girls faffed around in the kitchen, which all made for a very lovely evening meal.

    After dinner, we had a tetchy game of Cribbage, that the boys naturally won! This brought an end to the day.

    But on not such a good note during the evening, I managed to break a chunk of my tooth off whilst eating a curly-wurly & Jackie & I received the very sad news that our good friend from Doncaster, Paul Drakett, had passed away.

    Song of the Day - Gone Fishing by Chris Rea
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    derek annals

    no song for the day on day 11 ?

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    derek annals

    No song for the day on day 11 ? Did Simon really eat trout ?

    8/13/19Reply
    derek annals

    Have you heard of Irish singer Christie Moore ? I like him Mum x

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    Simon and Jackie Annals

    There is now, it was just a bit late to be added, sorry. Of course I didn’t eat trout. Yes, I have heard of Christy Moore! I will endeavour to have a song of the day by him before the end of the trip xx

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  • Day11

    Day 11 - Motorcycling Ecstacy

    August 11, 2019 in Ireland ⋅ ⛅ 14 °C

    It was a little treat to watch Match of the Day in bed this morning with it still raining outside. I was having such a lovely time that I made Jackie a cup of coffee only for her to tip it over & spill half of it on the bedside table & carpet. We decided to give breakfast a miss because we didn’t feel we couldn’t do €12 each justice.

    It was not long after 10am that we finally donned out motorcycle gear again & left the comfort of our hotel. Luckily for us the rain had now stopped & it was a cool overcast day, perfect for motorcycling.

    As we were saddling up, visitors were already arriving at the hotel, Kells House & Gardens. We drove back down the long fern lined driveway, then headed to Kells beach for a quick look. One hardy family were on the beach building sandcastles, they weren’t going to let the weather stop them having a beach holiday!

    We then rejoined the Ring of Kerry where we had turned off the previous evening. We continued clockwise through Dooks, Glenbeigh, then took the first right turn after crossing Caragh Bridge, on the recommendation of Chris.

    The road soon became a single track road with next to no cars on it, more walkers, cyclists & the odd motorcyclists. The road took us alongside the spectacular Lough Carag, occasionally stopping for a photo, but it’s such a faff.

    To take a photo, I have to pull over, take my gloves off, dig my camera out of my pocket & take the photo whilst trying to balance the bike upright with Jackie wobbling on the back. If I want to get off the bike, then Jackie has to get off the bike first, usually with a sigh. As a result, most of the picturesque views have to be committed to our memory instead of to an SD card!

    We crossed the raging River Caragh at Blackstones Bridge, then climbed up into the mountains, passing through the stunning Ballaghbeama Gap. After an hour or so of tricky, but exhilarating riding, we reached the R568 & raced up to Molls Gap to rejoin the Ring of Kerry.

    We popped into the cafe at Molls Gap, but nothing too our fancy, so we had a wee & left. We now followed the Ring of Kerry anti-clockwise down the mountain with all the other tourists towards Killarney. We stopped at Ladies View for a scenic vista over Upper Lake. We even treated ourselves to a proper photo be getting of the bike to admire the views.

    We continued on in a procession down the mountain, through Killarney National Park, past Muckross Lake & towards the outskirts of Killarney with it’s massive hotels. We stopped at a petrol station for fuel & discovered it had a very tempting cafe, which prompted us to stay for brunch.

    The staff couldn’t have been nicer & more helpful. We had ham & egg salad rolls, scone, doughnut & coffees, all for a bargain price! After we cruised through, well stop / started through Killarney town centre, which was easy on the eye, but very touristy & way too busy. We didn’t stop other than to use an ATM.

    We then embarked on an approximate 2 hour ride across country to our new Cottage for Week 2 of our trip. We picked up the N72 & were able to ride at a decent pace on the relatively flat roads. The occasional hefty bump gave me a reminder to stay vigilant.

    We rode through Barraduff, Rathmore & Banteer to Mallow, nicknamed the “Crossroads of Munster”. We had a cruise around Mallow, primarily because I took a wrong turning, then picked up the N72 again. We continued through Killavullen, Ballyhooly to Fermoy.

    Fermoy was a very attractive, but less touristy, looking town with a an impressive bridge crossing the wide River Blackwater to the main street of Courthouse Road. Whilst in Fermoy, we stopped & took an ‘on bike’ photo of the Cistercian Monks statue.

    As a point of interest, during the War of Independence, Fermoy was the scene of the first attack for arms by the IRA against British troops, during which a Private Jones was killed. This resulted in several reprisals, including when British troops looted and burned part of the town centre. One of those who led the raid, IRA Commandant Michael Fitzgerald, was subsequently captured but never tried for the offence. He later became the first IRA man to die on hunger strike during the War of Independence.

    We continued eastwards to Tallow Bridge, where Chris had told me that the cottage was just a short distance further on. Unfortunately my SatNav told me to continue around the hairpin bend & that we were still 30 minutes away. Stupidly, I followed the SatNav until we got up the road to Lismore. We pulled over & used google which took us another route & just 6 minutes later we pulled up at Bride Valley Fruit Farm, the farmhouse of which is our cottage.

    Bride Valley Fruit Farm is still a working farm with cattle, sheep & Bramley cooking apples that are bought by Bulmers for their cider. The farmhouse has marvellous views across Bride Valley & the River Bride running through it.

    After emptying the panniers, Chris & I retreated to the kitchen to watch the Man Utd v Chelsea game on the iPad with a cold beer. When I thought the day couldn’t have got any better, Man Utd’s youngsters thrashed Chelsea 4-0. Nothing better than to see that smug self-satisfied look wiped off Frank Lampard’s face!

    As soon as the football finished, Angela served up a delicious Chicken Pasta Bake with garlic bread & salad with a drop of red. After dinner, we cleared away & got ready to play a game of Cribbage. I dealt out the first hand, but before we could play we had an unexpected pitch invasion, in the form of the farmer, Willie McDonnell.

    Willie walked straight in, sat himself down at our table & picked up the dealt cards. He then proceeded to tell us that he used to play ‘45’ & started selecting random cards that were apparently bonus cards. Willie was a lovely old man, who certainly had the the gift of the gab. No doubt he had kissed the Blarney Stone!

    Willie stayed for 30-45 minutes telling us all sorts of stories about his life on the farm & the people & history of the area. It was fascinating & amusing stuff. We ascertained from him that we were allowed to fish in the river for brown trout, but not salmon. Willie also told us that 10 years ago he bought a donkey for €1000 for his cottages guests as well as investing in the luxury of internet. He couldn’t have been more different to Mr Hegarty.

    We played Cribbage & Logo ( note: where Jackie was the victor over an out of form Simon) & finally went to bed at the unearthly hour of 11.30pm.

    It had been a top top day.

    Song of the Day - The High Road by Broken Bells
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Munster, An Mhumhain, مونستر, Манстэр, Мънстър, Cúige Mumhan, مونستەر, Манстер, Munsteri provints, Còigeamh Mumhan, Queiggey Mooan, מנסטר, マンスター, მანსტერი, Мунстер, 먼스터, Momonia, Mansteris, Munster Séng, Momonîn, منستر, Munsteri, مونسٹر, 芒斯特省