Small bit of the ring of Kerry

Day 25 – Killorglin To Rossbeigh and back.    37km

(1140 km.  708 miles)

Today we did a bike loop out along the Kerry coast to another beautiful beach called Rossbeigh Strand, where a number of locals were enjoying the fine weather.   M paddled, and claimed that the water was warm.   Her feet were probably numb.

We stopped at the Kerry Bog Village, which is a modest outdoor museum depicting life in the 1840s at the time of the Irish famine and mass evictions from the land.   While we were there, 7 tour buses pulled up and evicted their passengers who, in evident solidarity with their Irish forbears, assuaged their imminent hunger by shoveling down scones, cream and Irish coffee in the adjoining pub.  It was all very moving.

Sign in Killorglin high street. Who knows why.
Irish wolfhound. Large, but not really the Einsteins of the dog world.
A little morning whiskey as part of an Irish coffee
“No brains at all, some of them”.    -Eeyore
Rossbeigh Strand
We continue to be staggered by the number of phenomenal beaches in Ireland. Being here on the 3 sunniest weeks in 40 years does give it an unrealistic tropical feel. Most Irish are in Spain – hols booked in February – to get away from the wet Irish summer.
M re-enacting the discovery of Ireland.
Crowd of rocks on holiday posing for the camera.

Someone didn’t want to visit the fairy forest. One shouldn’t piss off the fairies!

Unbelievers can’t see ‘em

Shhhhhh. Don’t tell Guinness.  Two local brews from Crafty Divils – Iron Bridge amber ale and King Puck Irish pale ale.   Both very drinkable.