Melting Tar and Tired Legs

When we set out on our bikes we had no idea how hilly our coastal headland ride was going to be. Map reading, and interpreting all the contours, has never been my strong point, and sometimes it's best not to know what's ahead anyway. It didn't ruin our enjoyment of a mighty fine day though. After all, the sun was shining and for every up there was a down. We enjoyed whizzing downhill with the wind in our fur, and, when the ups got too steep, we simply got off and pushed. This gave us time to take in the lovely coastal views such as this one.

As you can see from the very blue and cloudless sky, it did get quite hot. The sun caused the tar to melt and this kept giving us sticky tyres: it was quite a strange sensation - and noise - to pedal a bike that was gripping the road so fiercely.

By the time we got back to the village of Ardgroom in the late afternoon, we were certainly ready for a Guinness. We stopped at the Village Inn and sat outside, watching the world go by.

If you've got a sense of deja vu, yes you have seen this picture before - we're just putting it in context now.

The Village Inn is a very fine traditional Irish pub and we did visit it on quite a few occasions, not only for the Guinness though, they did some fine food as well.

We particularly liked the quirky boots flowerpots and the rather cute Jack Russell who seemed to spend most of his time there (although apparently he lived elsewhere).

Have you spotted George & Yorkie, up to their usual trick of playing hide and seek?

It wasn't too hard to tear ourselves away though, as we were all keen to get back to our sea view patio and private beach. 

Lots of love, Patrick & Co xxx