4 months 3 bags 2 chances: One ring to rule them all

The Ring of Kerry.

The reason for our trip to this part of the world was the Ring of Kerry. No pressure but it had better be good and what's more, for a ring to be that good it would have to be close to the Cliffs of Mordor!

Wsh we had put in the odd map or two a little earlier.

The Ring of Kerry minus any wrong turns

Many of the towns are quite unpronounceable to us, and those are the ones with English derivation. the ones from "e old language" are impossible tomsay without a reptillian tongue.

I quite like to say "Sneem". A bit like "Magma" but so less Hollywood. "And which part of Sneem are you from"? "I am Vader, Lord Vader of Sneem". The knights who say "Sneem". Could go on and on.

The girls cried out. "OMG, look,at the Fuchia". Definitely an eye of the beholder thing

Our first stop. 8 minutes after setting off.

Clouds settling on a hill.

Driving back on single track road, we were for the main, quite on our own. This hairy fella got up as we drove close, bleated loudly at us, them grumpily walked off grumbling to himself like a version of Mutley from the Wacky Races.

I turn my back on you, English pig dogs.

Humph

Rossbeigh

Next stop, the local beach. Wiser today than yesterday (is that not life's great goal), we drove instead of walked to the beach.

Drew's teacher had set him a number of tasks, one of which was Irish dancing.....big tick next to that one.

Known to us affectionately as "Bumcrack Mountain"

Horse racing....or racing a horse?

Enjoying our relaxing day, we headed back to the little van in the local Glenbeigh carpark and ordered fish and chips. Fish of the day was Cod. Took the dinner back to the beach and with some very average coleslaw, some quite nice tartare sauce, some lovely thick cod and the oiliest, worst chips ever, we dined amongst the pebbles.

Kids made this craftwork while waiting for dinner.