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... is one of the finest in the world. It's very unusual - quite bleak and eerie in parts.
We're staying in an apartment in the centre of Galway which is large and comfortable but lacking in some self-catering essentials eg no tea pot or coffee pot! Still, it gave us a chance to catch-up on our laundry - always a problem when travelling - and with a limited wardrobe! We overlook a small garden which has a seagull's nest and we've seen the ...
... a quote by Oscar Wilde ‘the only thing worse than being talked about, is not being talked about”. Or even ‘thought’ about, I guess. Thank you, God, this has been all so eautiful. Thank you.
Woke up to cereal that I haven’t had since I was a kid –cocoa puffs and lucky charms. Oddly enough, the box of lucky charms had barely any of the sugary treats! I assumed Chloe raided the box and ate them all, and once Susan got ...
... wasn't until 2 pm we strolled through a mall where Ryan found some new t-shirts and got his hair cut (he's got to look good for returning to his homeland of Scotland). At two pm we started our tour with our red headed Irish tour guide who was hilarious and very knowledgeable. We learned that the Irish painted their red mailboxes green after they became independent from Britain, we toured a beautiful cathedral that was built in the 1960s, and has a Canadian cedar roof, we learned ...
... where Connal talks about the Irish famine. Depressing stuff, but something to know. Upwards of 1000 people dies per day over a few years. We don't stay long at the church and hop back onto the bus to continue our venture.
The next stop is the Cliffs of Moher. We are all pretty excited to see it, but the fog just isn't letting up. Connal has told us that it usually lifts at about noon. So we cross our fingers and continue driving. Can hardly see the vehicles a head.
... father of the winning jockey runs the final hundred metres on the inside of the track with the horses, and is onto the track to hug his son while still in the saddle.
We decided that a couple of races was enough and took the dogs across the flats to the water for a swim and a run. By the time they had had some fun, the third race was about to start and John suggested we watch the start from the starting line. Whos kidding who? Watch the start and then go ...