I awake this morning, with spring in my step, looking forward to getting back in the car, back on the Wild Atlantic Way, but it would be unfair of me to go straight into today's drive without giving you a brief view from last nights stay in Ardara, a place voted "best village to live in, in Ireland" before I do.
There are a tremendous number of pubs in the village, I only tried two, but both were fantastic, friendly welcome as you walk through the door, great traditional decor, stunning pints of Guinness
This is the inside of Nancy's, it is literally someone's front room that's been converted into a pub.
Then over to The Corner House
A roaring log fire
Live Music
So, Day 12, off to breakfast, in order to ensure I can still get into my jeans at the end of this week, I'm cutting back from the "Full Irish" to the "Mini Breakfast" which in essence is 1 sausage, 1 rasher etc... rather than 2 of everything..... but I still have to have double toast, as the bread is so good here, it's almost the highlight of my breakfast. I collect my Orange Juice, order my pot of tea, am about to head over to where the the conveyor toast machine is (you know the ones they use in hotels) when I see a huge commotion, and despite the big sign saying "only put bread in this machine" one of our American cousins has taken it upon himself to use the machine to warm his croissant, clearly it's got stuck, now there is black smoke pouring out of the machine as the croissant starts to burn ! As a result, the machine it taken out of commission and has to be left to cool for half an hour until it's safe to remove the offending pastry. Our American friend gingerly wanders back towards his table....I wonder to myself is he humming a few lines from my favourite musical, Blood Brothers
“And Maybe if you count to ten
And keep your fingers crossed
It will all be just a dream
And no one will have lost”
Right, into the car we go, first stop of the day is Mountcharles Pier, not much to se here, but the picture gives you an idea of today's weather....
It's been sun one minute and torrential rain the next.
From there it was onto Murvagh Beach. I suspect a scallywag has been playing with the road signs, when I turn down the road which is signed to the beach I notice the road is suddenly very smooth and well maintained, then I pass a guy mowing the grass, then a most unusual road sign.....
Shortly after this I find myself turning round outside the club house of the Donegal Golf Club !
After another wet walk on the beach, I'm back en-route and decide to deviate from the route to check out the ruins of Wardtown Castle
I imagine this place would be proper spooky at night.....
There's a couple of other stops I make on my way down to Mullaghmore Head, I've crossed the county border now into Co Sligo, bit of a milestone, have to say Mullaghmore has been the highlight today, will leave you with a few pics...
