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I slept well; the others did not. Furthermore, the fine weather had ended and a misty rain and fog enveloped us.

The main reason for being in Doolin was to see the Cliffs of Moher, and with the poor visibility, unless you stepped off a cliff, you wouldn’t see it, so we gave the cliffs a pass and headed for the town of Camp west of Tralee, with Sandy and I taking the windy coastal route and the Padghams going through Ennis. We met up again at the Shannon River Ferry at Killiner. Fitzgeralds Pub was recommended for supper by a fellow ferry passenger. So when we stopped there, we latched onto the B&B right across the road – Camp Junction House, where we found a friendly host “John” and a beautiful home with a great view of the mouth of the Shannon River.

A walk on the beach, and a refreshing drink in a tiny pub managed by a Leprechaun, who also happened to own several Beetles – pre-1975!