Dingle

Beach at the start of the Dingle peninsula:

These photos are on the way to dingle, coming round the mountain:

Frun gets excited about a cat.

Said cat.

An island that looks like a sleeping giant. (The furthest island - his face is on the right, looking upwards)
There's a beautiful story about how the giant came to be sleeping under the island,
but I won't spoil it my giving you my poorly remembered version.

In dingle itself:

Frun enjoying the Irish weather. Most of the time it was actually beautiful.

We went the hard way to get to a little old fort, ie across a few paddocks instead of
taking the little road we later discovered:

Katie and myself. This is on an unsuccessful expedition to try to find funghi the dolphin

Mad, singing drunks at the manor we stayed at. Great mullet!

The guy on the far right who you can just see writes for the West Wing TV show.

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