We're closing out Ireland with a cinematic tour, a clandestine quarry, a wash with a beer-loving vagrant and a "pet-friendly" cabin where they forbade me from the bed... and I was the first to climb into it.
🇮🇪 Ireland
From endless beaches to dunes and nature reserves, we ended the day among hills and heather, exploring, playing and enjoying the last secret corner before saying goodbye to Ireland.
From medieval ruins to car-eating ferries, via the oldest lighthouse on the planet and a late dinner with an industrial-strength hairdryer wind: a full day for an explorer dog and his absent-minded human.
From Viking kings to forbidden beaches, by way of a metal sailor who never blinks. I, with my tail held high, lived a day of castles, cliffs and naps with glorious snores.
Between ancient ruins and a giant bridge, I ran, sniffed and jumped in puddles while the rain accompanied us. Waterford awaited us with adventures and views of the river.
Between dunes, beaches and showers, we followed the route to a secluded spot near Tintern Abbey. Sometimes the rain also tastes like adventure.
Today, without Uncle Joan, with rain and mysterious fines, we traveled invisible toll roads, explored mysterious ruins, and ended up sniffing/smelling the Wicklow coast.
Between gusts of wind, we saw Guinness Lake from above, walked through the immense Corkagh Park, slipped into Ikea without meatballs for me, and said goodbye to Uncle Joan at the airport.
Amidst storms and ruins, I discovered a giant dolmen, a haunted castle and the paths of Glendalough. I posed like a canine archaeologist while Daddy Edu and Uncle Joan battled the rain.
Between medieval castles, free showers, and impossible barriers, I ended the day like a top dog guarding a car park next to a cemetery.
I slept soundly in the forest until Dad took me to Cahir and Cashel, where the castles left me out of the picture. In Kilkenny, I made up for it by playing like crazy with fallen little apples.
We explored Cork with its English Market, imposing cathedral, and vibrant murals. The storm caught up with us, but we continued on to Scaragh Woods, a better hideaway than expected.