It rained all night and by the morning the river was a raging torrent! A robin came into the van for some breakfast crumbs and we drove up to the cliffs. It was almost impossible to stand upright in the wind on the top of the cliffs. The views were amazing, pity the weather was not clearer.
We walked into Doolin to O'Connors bar and experienced the folk music with an excellent folk group. An old 'drunk' from one of the islands played the fiddle for anyone who topped up his glass of Guinness. Amazing!Rosemary craiced (ie chatted) to an Irish man who explained why the New Zealander we met earlier had such a frosty reception. A deserter!
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