Not really cliffs in this first photo! We stopped for a late lunch at a pub in Doolin. The tables were made from the bases of treadle sewing machines! I had to get a quick picture of them. The food here was delicious, and so welcome after our trip on the ferry. Tea, sandwiches, soup, and a tot of Jameson's set me up just right.
towards the Aran Islands.
O'Brien's Tower. O'Brien seemed to be the name on a lot of places in this region, and I came home with a macabre story about the wife of one of them. More about her in a later post, I hope.
Looking north, I believe.
The light changed again, and the water looked more gray and stormy.
The sentinel rock I showed in my last post, far below O'Brien's Tower.
And then we were off again to take the Wild Atlantic Way back to Galway.
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