Today's walk starts off with a horrendous uphill scramble for about 2 hours. Ireland seems to be made up of a sponge like material called peat which turns to mush whenever it rains, which is most of the time(must add that we have had 4 days of rain free weather; apparently if this fine spell lasts another 2 days, a drought will be declared). Anyway we schlepp our way ever upwards in the howling wind continually sinking into peat bogs up to our ankles-reminiscent of the trenches on the Somme!
There is then the long descent
and lunch by the side of the road. We meet some friendly peat farmers
and after a few more kilometers we are are exhausted, myalgic and hypothermic. We manage to cadge a lift with a colorful local to Waterville, famous for its fabulous links golf course
and the fact that Charlie Chaplin once spent a week here. We wander into town to discover all the good restaurants are closed and eat at an average meal at the local hotel.
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