That being said, there were times when I would come to the top of a hill and catch a view and let out a snort of joy (snort of joy? That's what I'll name my band) because it was just so lovely. The sun was shining, I didn't drive into a lake, the roads are narrow but the countryside they go through is stunningly pretty... just look:
|Little perfume factory and shop in the middle of nowhere; |
if you go, take the road, not the goat path.
|lunch was at the Falls Hotel in Ennistymon|
|then I drove to Lahinch and sat on the cliff eating a snack |
I'd never buy/eat at home, and watching the surfers
|This is the snack; yes, that's Rolo pudding. It was fantastic.|