Thursday, 31 March 2011

Doolin - Day 2

Ooooh, the morning after the night before.  This is the only way to start the day, so the boys told me...

Anyway, after this fortifying start to the day, we walked down and along the shore at Doolin.  Here I am perched on the rocks with the Cliffs of Moher in the background. 

The Atlantic was crashing onto the rocks, and apparently that means it's not safe to swim, so Martin found me a nice pool to try paddling in:

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...


The Bear's Blog said...

Hi Jack,

Okay, buddy - it's time for a talk. Did LT tell you about the movie "Jaws"? It's the most scariest movie I have ever seen. Do not, I repeat, do not go in the water, don't even think about climbing on that surf board (unless it's in your bathtub). And, you're right - a beach has to have sand. With just rocks we call it the coastline.

Oh, yeah - that's right, your a "boy".


Joanne@ Desertmountainbear said...

It is nice to see such beauty through Jack's eyes.

Ann said...

Hi, Jack, you should be aware too that the water you encounter in Ireland is not just the stuff that laps against the sand. You were one lucky bear to get such beautiful sunny weather on your first visit but make sure that if LT takes you there again, she's got some waterproofs for you. I've been on the west coast of Ireland many times and I know whereof I speak!


Katy Cameron said...

Thank you all dear fans


Lynette Killam said...

Another action-packed day...glad you got fortified for it,Jack...rock climbing can really take it out of a bear. I'm curious to know what wild creature was on the beach before you...thank goodness you did not end up in his clutches. And you're right about that daft sign...that wee ring would pull nothing up! I've found that the Irish have some odd notions, indeed...:)