Day 117, Weds 26 April
Another day with no Lifeboat Station visit. They’re getting further apart, especially by way of the coast roads. With tomorrow a scheduled rest day I won’t reach the next one until late afternoon on Friday. Just a few landmarks to pass on my way around the Clare coastline to today’s destination at Ballyvaughan. Talking of Clare, the namesake of my good wife Claire, with one-too-many vowels and another Irish County (Monaghan) for a maiden name, joined me here at Spanish Point last night, along with our old friend Rae. The latter-day Thelma & Louise have turned up on a road trip to explore the west coast of Ireland. Good job they’re not driving an open top convertible today. But they do have room for my panniers!
So, on a Full-Irish/Spanish Point breakfast (the best yet, thanks to our lovely hosts Phil and Sean at Cois Na Tra, highly recommended B&B), off we set. We three things were going quite far, one on a bicycle, two in a car. Northward leading, still proceeding, meeting later at Monk’s Bar.
Another wonderful, scenic ride. This time around the dramatic coast of County Clare, via the gigantic, over-populated Cliffs of Moher and around the seaward edge of The Burren. A hare and tortoise affair. The ladies in the sporty Golf were beaten by the old guy on a bicycle.
Geologically speaking, the Burren really is a strange but fascinating place. A day off with the ladies tomorrow then back on the road on Friday, when it will be time to head inland for the Lifeboats on two very big Loughs.