The night had an unexpected twist in store for me. I was already curled up in my bed, dreaming of giant bones and endless fields, when the wind began to batter the camper as if it wanted to knock it over. The rain joined the concert and it looked like a battle between titans. There was no way to sleep. At half past ten, Daddy Edu said enough, packed everything up and we set off. Normally at that time we go to pick up an uncle at the airport, but this time it was to flee the furious wind.

Luckily, just five minutes away we found a nice parking spot that we had already spotted before. It was protected by the trees of a nearby park or forest, and there we finally managed to rest. I lay down again, thinking that the world was finally letting me sleep.

We woke up very late, not wanting to move an ear. The morning passed slowly inside our motorhome, while the rain played its last game. Little by little the sky began to open up and clear, as if it wanted to apologize for the stormy night. We went out after three o'clock.

In twenty minutes we arrived at Sandycove Slipway, a place where humans throw themselves into the sea as if they were happy seals. The water is protected behind an island or sandbank, so it's like a giant saltwater pool. Daddy Edu, who never misses an opportunity to swim, got into the water without thinking twice. I watched him from the shore, with a face of "good heavens, what courage", because I wouldn't be caught dead swimming there. After the swim he prepared his food and enjoyed it at a picnic table overlooking the sea. The sun was shining and everything seemed like a summer dream.

Then we continued the route by car and passed through Kinsale. The town looked very good, with its colorful houses and maritime atmosphere, but it was full of cars and people everywhere. Too much hustle and bustle, so we didn't stop. We continued to a parking lot in Curraghbinny Woods. There were a lot of people walking dogs there, which put my ears on high alert. We thought of sleeping there, but there was a sign prohibiting camping. However, it said nothing about "overnight parking", which made us hesitate. In the end we took a nice walk through the forest and went back to the car.

In the afternoon we returned to Kinsale to look for a quieter place... or at least where to stay without complications. We ended up in a rather ugly parking lot, behind the fire station. It has no charm, but it serves us as a hideout for the night. And so, between silent sirens and restrained barking, we closed a day that started with a storm and ended with calm. A doggy adventure to remember.