At the recommendation of our B&B host, we took a shortcut across Ireland that would get us to the Cliffs of Moher much quicker. Plus, it required us to take a ferry across the River Shannon. Bonus.
I love ferries.
And my husband.
But not so much the cold wind on the ferry. Those are my “it’s really chilly out here” eyebrows. And oh hey, smile lines. There you are again.
This is the only picture of a flag I took the entire time we were in Ireland, I guess.
Then we stopped for soup and sandwiches somewhere along the line. There was a pony fair going on outside the pub that day, which was about as awesome as you might imagine.
We made it to the Cliffs of Moher via the scenic route, which only happens when I’m too busy taking photos to pay attention to my main job as Chief Map Reader. Whoops. Sorry.
Luckily for us, the scenic route ended up being kinda pretty.
As were the Cliffs. Hello, gorgeous.
The sun was in just the right place to beautifully silhouette one side, while lighting the others brilliantly.
There really aren’t words for how incredible this natural wonder is.
Sometimes my husband says “ooh, take a picture of that” and sometimes he’s really really good.
The setting sun filled the valley with light. And it was good.
We stayed at a hotel in Limerick that night, where the sugar is diverse,
Croissants and jam plentiful,
Breakfasts hearty and full,
And Do Not Disturb signs very serious. Not just “Shhh” but Schhhh,” thank you.
And then in the clouds and mist, we were off to Edinburgh.