Day 2 Ireland

After the phonetic rush of Monday I wanted and needed to just slow down and smell the roses I woke early and really refreshed and decided to go for a walk rather than wake my host Brian by clattering around. Creeping out of the house the weather had not improved that much it was still quite misty I could hear the sea and even taste it, but its distance was still a mystery. Whilst it was not cold it wasn't August hot or even warm so my jacket was an absolute necessity.  After a short walk of about half a mile the road rising all the time suddenly just like a light coming on I had a  view of the sea about 1/4 mile to my right, massive rollers were crashing onto the sandy shoreline if it was not for the fact I knew it would be bloody cold I would almost suggest enticing.  and I could see several groups of swimmers braving the elements 

I t must blow here quite a lot or else that have really determined caravan thieves as i saw one that was literally chained to the ground in fact almost everything was nailed down as if the storms of hades were commonplace