The Cliffs of Dooneen
Kilrush has proven a much more enticing little funk hole than anticipated. Full of history, culture and helpful inhabitants only to happy to lend a helping hand to the bemused and befuddled yachtsman. Our desires were varied ranging from phone repairs to g clamps and a tea pot. (If anyone would like to purchase the glassless innerds of a caftiere we are willing to sell them at a reasonable rate!) Not only were the inhabitants helpful but in Buggels bar (where we needlessly hoped Mark could tickle his strings) we came upon this..
An unassuming yet surprisingly efficient device perfectly matched to the somewhat shabby interior. While not sophisticated it did lend an authenticity to the evening.
One point to mention is that although Kilrush was welcoming it did have one resident (dressed in a grey hoody) who stalked us but not without the eagle eyed Siobhan spotting him.In all three bars we visited! It could however have been a member of Special Branch who suspected Mark had something more sinister than a fiddle in his violin case!
Back at the marina the criac was 90! Peter repaired our windlass for the price of a pint.
Mark and I repaired the stern gland, yet again. Siobhan baptised the new teapot and generally abused the marina staff. To no small effect I might add...We paid €28 for 2 nights plus 4 showers.
A bunch of young American guys had sailed down from Galway last night...been sick as dogs in the heavy swell and blown out three sails into the bargain. Siobhan advised them on the culinary niceties of 'fish head soup'.
Seeing the weather was due for improvement overnight we decided to leave the lock gates and head 2 hours out to Carrigaholt w
here we could pick up a visitors mooring and be off earlier in the morning. The run was stunning as Mark teased the dolphins with his fiddle.
To bed per chance to sleep...but not so soon...We were up at 1.30 adding another warp to the swinging mooring as the tide turned against wind. And all this with a 5a.m. start...the joys of the sea.
One point to mention is that although Kilrush was welcoming it did have one resident (dressed in a grey hoody) who stalked us but not without the eagle eyed Siobhan spotting him.In all three bars we visited! It could however have been a member of Special Branch who suspected Mark had something more sinister than a fiddle in his violin case!
Back at the marina the criac was 90! Peter repaired our windlass for the price of a pint.
Mark and I repaired the stern gland, yet again. Siobhan baptised the new teapot and generally abused the marina staff. To no small effect I might add...We paid €28 for 2 nights plus 4 showers.
A bunch of young American guys had sailed down from Galway last night...been sick as dogs in the heavy swell and blown out three sails into the bargain. Siobhan advised them on the culinary niceties of 'fish head soup'.
Seeing the weather was due for improvement overnight we decided to leave the lock gates and head 2 hours out to Carrigaholt w
To bed per chance to sleep...but not so soon...We were up at 1.30 adding another warp to the swinging mooring as the tide turned against wind. And all this with a 5a.m. start...the joys of the sea.
So which one of ye (needlessly) had 2 showers? Had I been there we'd have paid for one and all have had time for a reasonable scrub.
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