Coachmans Townhouse Hotel
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... road up very steep hills. At a couple of points, the driver had us get out and walk because the mountains were too steep for the horse to handle. The scenery was awesome. In fact we struggle to find enough adjectives to adequately describe the splendor of the sights before us. The weather was cold and windy in the mountain passes. The clouds and mist shrouded the peaks. The mountains were green and black and even purple. Wild goats and deer and lots of ...
... came over and offered their hammer thing. And some help.
They were from Holland! Which, who knew...was the same thing as the Netherlands! Ok everyone apart from me knew that!
I ended up having dinner with them, and this was an interesting story!
Let me start my saying I had red wine before this, I was tired and I have to laugh looking back.
We had potato and salad for dinner.
Towards the end of dinner, the dad got the milk out.
Tomorrow is our day of departure. I am so excited! We will arrive at 6am Ireland time on Saturday, which is 1am our time. It should make for an interesting day since we can't get into our cottage until 1pm. We will need lots of caffeine to keep us going.
My goal is to blog and load ...
... with a circumference of 27.4m. By not walking around and into the fort we didn't get to see that the fort was surrounded by a dirt bank and ditch and within the fort there were 2 small small chambers. We also missed seeing the view of the ocean to the south of the fort but given the weather we wouldn't have seen much. We didn't get a good appreciation of the Ring of Kerry as the thick fog, especially along what we think was the cost line, ...
... wound our way along the 4-mile one-lane road to the fort, scraping into the hedges several times to get past oncoming cars, the rain had reached deluge status, but we were there and by God we were going to see it and enjoy it. We trudged up the hill through mud and deep puddles, wet and cold and generally miserable, to reach yet another circular pile of rocks. Rebecca cracked first: she saw that we’d have to squeeze through a ...