Our place to stay on the Dingle Peninsula was Gorman’s Clifftop House in Ballydavid. When we arrived, there was a peat fire in the fireplace and Sandy immediately collapsed for a nap in our beautiful spacious room. I had to get out on those glorious cliffs right in front of us for a walk with my sketchbook, though. Sandy joined me out there the next morning after breakfast.
That evening we celebrated our anniversary with a meal in the restaurant there, and drove the short distance to Dingle to see what was happening in town. There was not much happening in Dingletown on a Wednesday night, unfortunately. The only two pubs with traditional music were crowded with standing room only, so we wandered back “home” and decided to hit the town and drive the Slea Head Drive in the morning. Could the scenery be any prettier than what we saw today? It seemed doubtful.
What the heck IS this thing?