Coast

An early start for a few miles walk through a nature reserve of rolling dunes with obliging kestrals and nearby neolithic sites to arrive upon Tramore Beach to the west of Dunfanaghy, one of many jaw droppingly beautiful and endless sweeping bays along the coastline. We had the place to ourselves so we mooched around for a bit. They did a bit of tiny rock scrambling over the incoming tide to get to one of the caves with a cliff top blow hole that apparently spouts mightily high in Atlantic storms. I mainly did anxious over- the-top mamie stuff like shouting "Come back now, you'll get cut off" even though it was only ankle deep.

Talking of being overdramatic and approaching storms, as we turned to head back through the dunes the Atlantic whipped up a sudden squall with torrential rain coming to land and with no hiding place we got well and truly soaked. Those waterproofs were put to the test with Tess and I getting drenched through.

A long drive later (we didn't know about a certain new and time saving peninsula connecting bridge until we were on the return leg) we headed to Fanad Head Lighthouse where Tess and I bowed out of the spiral stairs and ladder to the top after being bumped in the queue by some sprightly 80 year olds. Back via a quick spy at Doe Castle before heading to Horn Head for breathtaking views on a summers evening from the signal point looking onto one of the old Napoleonic watch towers teetering on the edge.

Back to Dunfanaghy to the local beach we didn't even realise was there, again, just beautiful bathed in evening sunshine. We headed back to the railway carriage while Dave headed off sunset hunting and discovered an even bigger beach...

....I managed to get another gin in earlier on, ahhh, living the life.....