LT said it would be a bit cold though, huh, what did she know! Then I dipped my toe in an it was a little chilly, so I decided to try some rock climbing instead.
I found this sign at the harbour, and it said 'Notice' so I did. Wonder what I was meant to notice?
We wandered back up to the cottage then, and grabbed lunch before we went to a real beach at Fanore (that was a real beach at Doolin - LT) Oh no it wasn't, there was no sand, EVERYBODY knows a real beach has sand (they do? -LT) Duhhhh.
Look at all the junk people toss into the sea, it makes a real mess on the beach, and it's really bad for the fish and for little bears that can get tangled up in it:
It looks like an absolutely giant monster had been here already, I hoped it didn't come back...
There were people out surfing, and I thought I'd like to give it a go, but I think the surf board they left for me was a little big (ya think? - LT)
We drove round to Ballyvaughan next to meet up with 'The Bish', or Pat, as he's otherwise known. There were a lot of jokes about fathers and bishops that went right over my furry little head (and that would be a good thing - LT).
I think the Irish have a very funny idea about sea rescue though, look, they think this tiny wee ring is going to save a car that goes over the end of the pier:
I'm really not convinced that it will work. It's also an awfully long way to the end of the pier, plus there's a boat in the way. Hey, I thought boats were meant to float on water next to the pier, not sit ON the pier!
Next I got dragged round to see a Martello tower. It wasn't very exciting, being just a big tower of grey bricks, and I didn't think much of their outdoor plumbing, I mean there's even an electric fence running over it!
We went home after that and then they left me behind while LT went to dinner and the pub with Stephen, Pat and Martin, as LT thought I'd had a long enough day already. I'll just not tell her what I got up to with Chris, Mark and Pete who stayed behind...