So after two restful days with the folks and BBQ’d dead things with plenty o beer, we headed on to Clifden which is about 2 hours drive on UK roads, but more like 3.5 behind Sunday drivers (on a Monday) and tractors full of tuff.

And tonight we are stopping at the Dolphin Beach B & B down one of the longest and steepest single track roads sans passing places! (aptly and eyes closed driven by Mrs Fogg).

The place is glorious with amazing views from the peninsular across the North Atlantic Ocean. A slow womble down to the sea before dinner at 7.30 in their very tiny and romantic restaurant and then a night in the Super King Size bed (gonna mess up that bad boy).

On the drive down Mrs Fogg did persuade me to stop at Kylemore Abbey and Victorian Gardens. Wow was that dull! a mini castle inhabited by Nuns (I was in pun heaven on the way down, since I was having nun of it, bum tisch) with a mausoleum that resembled a 1970s gents toilet block and a few flowers. Yes I know I’m a neanderthal, but if you’re gonna take me somewhere make it interesting (and somewhere with less French and American coach parties, where each one had disclosed to each other their name, position in their company and salary within a millisecond).

A few more days in Ireland then off for a trip down memory lane in Llangynog before heading down to see the Finks.