Ah what more could you want for your Hobbit second breakfast, but mussels and chips. As you can see, she of the hairy toes is tucking in quite nicely in preparation for walking every crap, sorry craft shop in Clifden, before doing a full loop around Cleggen and Bally Kineelly (sounds too much like Billy Connelly to me).
We drove miles on some horrendous roads, but had fun, eventually stopping at Oliver’s in Cleggen for lobster. However on entering the pub cum restaurant it was like a scene from the ole wild west where the music stopped and everyone stopped talking. The place had more of a feel of the Wheel Tappers than the supposed fine dining listed on Trip Advisor, so we headed back to Clifden and the Mitchell’s restaurant where we started the day.
All told very nice, we even told the B&B owner about her mice problem to which she looked genuinely horrified, discount please,
Next stop, back to the folks for the last couple of nights before we go back see our Shangri-La of Llangynog.
