Fitful sleep with numerous wakes. However, with each wake, the wind has lessened a little more, until we woke and finally saw the sun. Sitting in a few rays enjoying our morning coffee was so good for the soul!
Lovely day of exploring megalithic grave sites with numerous tombs, dolmers, and stone
circles. It's amazing to see the work that went into making these! Although it is a little dissapointing as we want to get down and see what's inside - not just the stones on top. Riding to the site although only 9km was a challenge. Brian's still not feeling well and really wants a day of rest. We were glad to be taking this day and not pressing on to another destination.
Lunch in a cute little pub overlooking the sea where Brian had some amazing leg of lamb and I had organic salmon. Both were amazing! One good thing about camp gruel - you appreciate food :)
We wandered the beach for the rest of the afternoon watching learning surfers try things out.
Never knew that Ireland was such a hot spot for surfing! Wandering a little further we found an old deserted church and cemetary. The original structure was built in 500AD and remade in the 1100's. This was a great place to explore as it was just out there to be seen (well, except for the chain link fence around the church that
conveniently had a hole in it to climb through). Nothing like the big tourist destinations that make us cringe (that will be your first born in payment, and please be sure you go through the gift shop!). Aparantly St. Patrick visited this church in his day. Once when crossing the straight to Coney Island he broke his tooth. So, of course this was enshrined and worshiped for a time. You can see it on display in Dublin...
Sitting on the beach watching the sunset was a treat. We sat and listened to the waves thunde
r as they tossed around boulders the size of your head as if it was nothing.
Having a late dinner, I noticed that there were little heads popping up around our small sand-dune enclosure. First one, then 3, then 4, then 5! The crowd grew with shouts of 'comesee the strangers'. they started off at the edge of the san dune, then slowly crept down and down until they were in the center huddled around us. We were surrounded by little Irish girls who continually asked us questions about our tent, our bikes, our home, animals in Canada, etc., etc. They were especially intrigued with Brian's story of large BC starfish. They had just found a tiny little starfish (smaller than a quarter) the other day at the coast. Brian and
I had been remarking about how there was a serious lack of marine wildlife here in comparrison to what we're used to. In and out they ran with new questions and things to show us. At one break I was laughing to Brian about what their parents must be hearing right now: 'there's these 2 on bikes - no car!, and they fley in an airplane from a place with bears and giant starfish, and he's smoking a pipe, and they don't know what a ____ is'. Then sure enough, in come the girls with 2 Dad's to see what all the fuss is about and substanciate what their girl's had been talking about. I don't know if they could really believe it was all true...