The next morning, wrapped in several million layers of clothing, we made our way from Doolin to the cliffs of Mohern. They were pretty awe-inspiring. Not far from where we are standing in this picture there is a natural stone platform/outcrop in the cliff face where people have their picture taken. I wasn't having a bar of that, the sheer thought made me feel sick!! The place was sooo windy that day we all stayed well away from the edge....
The second night we stayed at a backpackers in a very small but famous village called Doolin. The place consists of about five pubs and several B&B's and hostels and was teeming with American tourists when we were there (they have a lot of Irish roots I guess). As it turned out we could only get a table at the most touristy of the pubs, Gus O'Connors, but this was no matter - the Guiness and Irish stew were superb and it was cosy and warm.
Andrew inspecting a peat dig. this stuff is everywhere and the Irish still use it for heating. It makes a nice smell when burning and is also used to make wiskey and guiness which no doubt adds to the flavour.
A lot of Ireland actually looks like NZ. However I would note that their breed of sheep is definitely more intelligent than ours. We noticed that because so many had obvioulsy managed to escape through fences and were completely unfazed by cars and horns as they stumbled along the road in search of greener pastures...
