To be unsure, to be unsure

another craicing local bar, banter a-plenty with fine chaps, drinks flowing, oh how we chatted away then patting of backs, shaking of hands, smiles all around … but regrettably without the aid of subtitles I’ve no idea what we were talking about. I’ll stop the cheap Irish comparisons although it would help if another 2 blokes were with me as

Yes, (for the non-British readership) tree fellers wanted…. here all night, bookings still being taken

Encountered first obstacle of the walk. Having eschewed the questionable pleasures of the Knockree youth hostel (probably akin to turning right on a plane) I needed to make a detour which on the map looked straight forward enough. More importantly on the ground I was confronted with the obstacle that was an 8 foot (high) wall with sharp stuff and warnings of peril. I toyed with the prospect of facing off against a gun-totin’ local landowner and chancing it and relying on a defence of “I know an Irish lawyer named Cookie “ but on reflection….

so a bit of tarmac – the road more travelled

as the day wore on the wind abated and some watery sun (poetic huh) shone for some pics : managed to cross Ballinafunshoge (autocorrect had fun with that)

43 miles in first two days and a half (rest) day tomorrow. Energising for the body but enervating for the mind but hey ho plenty of reason to top up the vitamin supplements

stroll on ?‍♀️