Much better these past two days, though I have to say: English rain 0 - Irish rain 1. Much more sustained, with that unique horizontal approach that penetrates all kinds of 'waterproof' materials. Simply amazing.
I decided to take a little detour and pass through the seaside town of Youghal (pronounced "Y'all") at the mouth of the Blackwater River. Why? Because it has a lot going for it that I'd like to share.
To see the Walls
and Tower of Youghal
a Thousand Miles
means Nothing at all.
I expected last night to be the last one I'd have to spend on some field in a tent. Luckily (!), I knocked on the one farmer's door whose niece happened to have done a 10 day charity walk in Cuba for...Fighting Blindness. Not only did I not have to sleep in a tent (instead, his brother's ensuite guestroom), I was also served the perfect Full Irish that carried me all the way to Youghal.
A big thank you to the Carroll family in Clonea!