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.
🇮🇪 One more week in Ireland
Between dunes, beaches and showers, we followed the route to a secluded spot near Tintern Abbey. Sometimes the rain also tastes like adventure.
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.
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.
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 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.
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.