Spent the night at the B&B. I think. Joe carried me back to the room! The B&B's are so cool and informal. Only bad thing is that they wanted cash, Euro's, and I wanted to save our Euro's for...well, the obvious, the pubs! The breakfast was wonderful. I had no idea that sausage could taste like this. No filler at all, just wonderful unadulterated pork. Joe liked the blood pudding, not me.
We ate with a silent Japanese couple. I believe it was a son and his Mama-san. Joe left the table before I, because I was savoring the robust coffee and lingering over the last drops. Joe is not a coffee drinker. It was then that the son began to talk to me. He was so polite and spoke to me in a sideways manner, not making direct eye contact and very soft spoken with carefully pronounced English. He is an engineer with Honda visiting from London. They were going to the Cliffs. They left the dining area before me and as she exited she bowed to me several times.
The luck of the Irish faded this day. It was raining and it was a cold dreary rain. The trip to the Cliffs was harrowing due to the rain slick roadways and sharing the way with the tour buses. The rain itself was harsh and rushed into your rain gear and slapped your face! On the wet whipping wind was decorated with tiny white flowers. At first I thought it was snow! But upon closer examination I decided it was wild flowers from the trees.
The cliffs themselves were magnificent, breathtaking and no amount of gray rain would diminish their majesty. Look at the picture....up on the top left cliff in the middle of the pic. You can just make out cattle. Yes, they are like ants.