In high spirits and determined not to let the weather dampen our mood or spoil our plans, we set off to discover the southerly coastal road, albeit in the rain and mist.
After having been surrounded by glossy green foliage for the past few weeks in Ireland, we were quite dumbfounded when the scenery changed to stone covered mountains, so we had to stop and have a closer look at Abbey Hill. A short while later we discovered that the stones' reputation has gone before them as the hill's name is derived from nearby Corcomroe Abbey, which translates as "fertile stone".
As ruins go, the Abbey still has many naves and walls intact, and particularly a number of tombs enclosed within it's walls.
Presently, after having a look around, we continued on our way, with the roads becoming a little treacherous as we climbed a bit further up. Around an unsuspecting corner, we spotted Doolin Donkey Castle and scrambled up the long grassy wet path after the precious little donkey and sheepishly found a quick short way down that we could have used to go up instead.
We couldn't find the donkey (or horse) at the top of the hill and no wonder, with the noise we must have made scrambling up the hill!
Doolin Cave was our next port of call, except we all patted the tiny little kid goat instead of visiting the caves.
And check this hen's hairdo out!
Down around the coast the drive became a bit more tame with an expansive flat rocky ledge stretching right out to the sea and only a few daredevils peeping over the edge.
Crab salad and seafood chowder for lunch in the sleepy seaside village of Liscannor where wild men from the West live in long grey beards lurking in quite corners of the pub.
The dramatic Cliffs of Moher were our next beguiling sight, adding to their sense of brooding was the rain and mist.
Harry Potter's cave
After braving the rocky mud-slide pathway to the very top and admiring the awesome view, we made our way home past many a broken down fort and castle whose names we do not know.
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