Leaving Eyeries, the Way followed a
farm road, wound around the edge of a small lake, then climbed up
onto a ridge. After following the ridge for a couple of miles, it
dropped down onto another back road that led into Ardgroom in time
for lunch. The highlight of the trail today was being in a village at
lunch time, getting a freshly made sandwich, a diet coke, and sitting
on a chair.
After lunch, we headed out of Ardgroom
on a back road. After a couple of miles, the trail joined up with a
main road with little traffic. When the signposts turned off the
road, Dick and I split up from the other two. Marty and John took the
path that led around the side of a hill, Dick and I stayed on the
road. Longer, but easier walking. We planned on meeting at the B&B,
4-5 miles ahead.
Along the road, we stopped and talked
to a man standing in his yard. Actually, he stopped us, and was anxious to talk. The man had a heavy, heavy brogue, and probably spoke in a combination of English and Gaelic. I think we
talked about weather, and maybe football. We may have talked politics, but
I'm not certain. But I know we all enjoyed the conversation. Then we
went on.
Several miles later, we walked through
Lauragh (tiny, only a post office), and turned down a back road
towards our B&B. At the next intersection there was supposed to
be a closed up pub where we turned. The closed pub was there, and so
were Marty and John. They'd gotten there just a few minutes ahead of
us. While we were taking a break there, a car drove by, stopped, and
the driver rolled down the window. “I suppose you'll be staying
with me tonight”, she said. It was Sheila, the owner of the B&B
were heading to. Ireland really is
a small island.
a small island.
That night we ate at the B&B –
there's no other restaurant nearby. A great meal. We all thought it
was a beef roast – turns out it was lamb.
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