Dot writes: what a boring title for a post. Still, the weather on our trip was beautiful and many of the pictures are consequently attractive, even when they have us in them.
We broke the journey at Clonmacmoise on the way over to Connemara. This picture was taken by Mum (actually, quite a lot of the pictures in this post were taken by Mum); it’s a view from inside the oratory that was built for the pope’s visit.
The next day was our only full day in Connemara. It was also Mum’s birthday. For a special treat, we made her climb a 445m hill.
We didn’t want to do too much because it’s unfair on Hugh to make him spend hours and hours strapped into his car seat, buggy or baby carrier, so after lunch we went back to the cottage to laze around and, after a jolly hour or so of repeatedly thwarting the small person in his investigations of the open fire and its fuel supplies, Mum, Ken and I took him to the beach. Ken even swam. The water was very cold indeed; thank goodness he has such a luxuriant beard.