The short drive to Tarbert put me at the back of the queue for the ferry across the Shannon and although I didn't get on the first one a second arrived within twenty minutes.
We were soon over to Killimer where I turned East and spent a lovely afternoon and evening on the quayside at Kildysart where the village provide a toilet block accessible by keycode if you ring the number on the door. A charge of 5 euros per night seemed very reasonable and it was a very peaceful place to spend time as the tide came in and out, the odd local taking a fishing boat out and later one other van arriving. I walked up to the village shop and then back via various lanes before another undisturbed evening. Moving on the following day after servicing the van domestics for the first time in a fortnight I rolled in to Labasheeda after deciding that a spot at the end of a dead end lane looking out to the ferry crossing was too near to a house. Two friendly fisheries inspectors (one from Huddersfield) were having lunch and talked about the declining salmon stocks as well as the year round resident dolphin pod numbering about a hundred or so - possibly a link!
So Labasheeda provided another quiet night on the quay - I walked to the end of the village where an old RC church had been converted in to a community hall and stood alongside a lovely old National School building. At half six I went for a pint in the pub which threw me at first as I entered the front door to find myself in a small shop, however another door led to the bar at the back with the landlord flitting between the two via a curtain. Two pints of Guinness at 5 euro a pop went down well but I did wonder at the impact on the family finances of my fellow drinker who had downed three whilst his young daughter was more or less ignored.
A friendly couple also stayed the night - he was French and his English wife had dual nationality so they were untroubled by the Brexit 90 and had been in Andalucia since October. Fresh water was available so I filled up before heading over to Kilrush and then out along the Loop peninsula to Loop lighthouse which stood in magnificent isolation on the cliff tops.
After a walk along the cliffs and a view of the deep chasm over to Dermot and Grania's rock I joined the next lighthouse tour for a fascinating presentation covering the history of the light, life for the keepers and the background to recent automation. The 45 and Eire lettering in stones on the ground adjacent to the lighthouse were to warn WW2 Luftwaffe aircraft that they were passing over neutral Ireland on their way to bomb the NW of England - apparently word would be passed on to the air defences that danger was imminent and local weather forecasts were even used to alter the timings of the D Day landings as weather here tends to be a precursor of that further east a day or two later.
A superb spot above the Cliffs of Kilee made for a memorable night - the huge rock shelving was washed by powerful waves but was safely accesible at low tide and revealed some remarkable geology. I removed two party balloons stuck in crevices - people should think twice before releasing these as most will end up littering the countryside, as well as some fishermen's litter - mostly line which is easily disposed of with a match.
The seaside of resort at Kilkee lacked much in the way of a supermarket so I nipped across to Kilrush for an Aldi and fuel noting that my mpg was down slightly - this being attributable to the use of the heater during last week's poor weather rather than an engine issue. At White Strand Beach near Doonbeg I squeezed in to the small carpark at the end of a dead end road, again grateful for having a relatively compact vehicle and was impressed by three local ladies who turned up for a swim in what looked to be a fairly chilly sea. A walk round the headland passed a set of steps that drop down to a ledge where people swim from and then further round I met two local characters who wanted my opinion on the health of their elderly dog for some reason. I also met a scuba diver who asked me to help him in to his bulky drysuit before after donning fins and mask he disappeared in to the choppy steel blue waters. Back at the park up a VW Grand California was parked up - it was a rental and the young couple seemed a bit overawed by the beast - I had looked round one last year in Hungary and thought them to be a complicated vehicle with a number of deficiencies. Another large van rolled in alongside later on - again a rental - and he distinguished himself by starting his engine at 5am the following morning. After forty minutes I opened my curtains and made my displeasure known at which point he switched off only to be off again at 7am - basically thoughtless....
Along at Doonbeg one of Mr Trump's golf emporiums occupies a section of the coastline but I was headed further north near Liscannor where a farm provides parking for a walk to the Cliffs of Moher and overnighting plus parking in a small quarry for 10 euros - a good deal.
Thanks to my early awakening I was there at 9 so had plenty of time to walk up to Moher Tower on Hag's Head, the southern point of the magnificent Cliffs of Moher. On a hot day I walked north to the main access to the Cliffs and what a change since my last visit in the early 80's. Access to the huge ledge is no longer permitted, the gravel track down from the road is now tarmac and the rough ground once providing the carpark has become coach parking alongside a large visitor centre - fortunately mostly underground and in fairness very sensitively done. However there were already twenty or more coaches and across the road a few hundred cars so the place was, as expected, very busy. Steps and walkways sanitised the whole experience and reallly the only way to get a true sense of the way we had seen it all those years ago was to take the 4D Ledge experience which was a convincing CGI bird's eye view of the Cliffs complete with winds and spray. As I'd walked up I avoided the 12 euro entrance fee but a quick calculation of that times the visitor numbers produced a staggering number. I noticed that a bus ran up to Doolin so decided to catch that and then have a good ten mile walk back south to the van. A lass from Auckland was on her OE using public transport and hoped to carry on to France, Germany and Poland before returning home for Christmas - good company whilst we waited for the bus to arrive. In Doolin I enjoyed Eggs Benedict on a flatbread before walking through the village which I vaguely recognised from our visits to cave in the area. The entrance to Doolin cave was still hidden in a hawthorn thicket behind a picket fence and the through trip would presumably still emerge a couple of km away at Fisherstreet towards the harbour. I picked up the coast path enjoying clear views across to the Arran Islands on a hot and sunny afternoon, passed quickly through the even greater throng's milling around O'Briens Tower and arrived back at the van by late afternoon to enjoy a couple of hours in the sun.
A quiet night suited me very well and I left on the Saturday morning to head east inland and look at riding some of the towpaths on both the Grand and Royal Canals in the heart of Ireland. A short walk out to a triple walled hill fort was followed by the remarkable cluster of buildings at Kilmacduagh near Gort with a ruined cathedral, monastery and abbott's house alongside one of the remarkable defensive round towers.
I checked out the aire at the marina in Portumna but it was far too busy and similarly at nearby Banagher the hot weather had brought out the crowds. However round at Meelick things were much quieter and I decided a night there alongside the Shannon would do very well. I had wrongly assumed that the Hymany Way was already a cycle path but in fact it is only a walking route and numerous signs in the area seemed to indicate local opposition to the upgrade for no very obvious reason. Having got the bike off and togged up this was a bit disappointing but as I then discovered my freewheel had packed up cycling was out of the question anyway. I Googled local bike shops but none were open on a Sunday but then found to my surprise that Decathlon had opened only their second branch in Ireland in Limerick less than an hour away. I gave them a call, explained that they were bikes bought in Spain only a few weeks previously and they said it would be no problem to drop by for a solution next day. Thus I walked down to the huge weir with its long walkway across to the locks and watched as a hire boat came through and local lads launched themselves in to the turbulence as the paddle gates were opened. Others were enjoying the fishing and I walked round the lanes to a large church noting more anti greenway signs along the way.
A few local youths sat in cars on Saturday night but didn't stay long and the following morning I picked up the entirely predictable Red Bull cans and McDonalds rubbish before heading out on quiet roads to Limerick. Steve the mechanic was busy but happy to try and have a look altough as he was already hard at work on other bikes and also dealing with sales I said I'd leave it with him for the day and having checked there were no time limits on the retail park's parking walked in to Limerick itself. Here I thoroughly enjoyed a few hours exploring the impressive King John's Castle on the banks of the Shannon and learned of its long history of sieges and batttles before a pint and a seafood pie in an adjacent pub.
Walking though the town on the newish riverside terracing and paths was lovely and I returned to the shop around 5 for an update. Steve said that the freewheel had failed and he would be fitting a new one but doubted it would be ready that day so to help out I said I would leave it with them as I could then drive over to Bunratty Castle and Folk Village where I coud park up overnight and visit the following day. En route I checked out an independent VW garage as the van oil and filter are due a change within the next 1000 miles and then pulled in to Bunratty after hours to park up in a quiet corner on a sunny evening.
As forecast heavy rain arrived in the early hours but as much of the Folk Museum involves visiting the collection of historic buildings that didn't really matter and it was soon easing off anyway. Much like St Fagans in Wales the buildings were very well presented with friendly and informative staff a huge improvement on AV screens and audio guides.
I visited the range of farmhouses, fishermen's huts, watermills and a church as well as a recreated village street reminiscent of Beamish in the NE of England. Bunratty Castle was also very impressive and I managed to see most of the site before the crowds arrived. Thus on an afternoon of sunshine and showers I have brought things up to date here and with luck the bike will be ready when I go in to Limerick after 5 - the garage is closing down soon so is too busy finishing off other jobs so I'll wait until Galway early next week where there seems to be a number of options.
Long story short, more details in the next post : after a trying few days Decathlon Limerick have pulled a rabbit out of a hat and I have a new higher spec bike, discounted and the original purchase price refunded so huge thank you to Josias, Oscar, Steve and the other staff for a satisfactory resolution....
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