St Finian’s bay,
County Kerry,
Ireland
1 Night
Our little night time home on the dingle peninsula had zero connection for phone or internet. After dinner and the rain had eased we wandered up the hill and out of the bay, where we managed to get just about enough connection to upload a few pics and last post.
We then walked back down to the beach as it got dark. No sun, just dark clouds and a strong wind. The sea was looking brutal smashing into the rocks then exploding into the air and the waves shooting up the beach at lightening speed. Nature at its finest.
Back to the van and with no connection Jo read her book and I studied maps of where we would go next.
Pretty good nights sleep despite the van rocking with the wind and the sound of the waves crashing. A few cars came and went while we had breakfast. People get out, walk down to the beach, take photos then go. We swept the van out and it was our turn to go.
We continued our way around the tip of the Dingle peninsula in a full circle back to Dingle and along the southern section to complete this part of the trip.
Next is the Ring of Kerry and its northern section. A high coastal road overlooking where we had just been. The nature of this jagged coastline often means you can see where you have been, and where you are going, long before you even get there.
We stopped of at a fuel station just outside the town of Killorglin, we’re now in county Kerry, filled with diesel and AdBlue.
Time for a tea break we pulled off to a small harbour but the dreaded height barrier meant we had to turn around but a bit further down the road we found a spot to pull over where there was a man sat by a table weaving Brigids crosses. Named after Brigid of Kildare, the female version of St Patrick. A cross woven from straw, and traditionally hung over the door of a house to ward off evil. We are now the proud owners of a Brigid cross and whiskey marmalade he was also selling.
Moving on to our final stop for today, we climbed over one of the steepest roads on the cliffs of Kerry and down to St Finians bay. The familiar crashing of the waves and fantastic views. Had a walk along the beach before dinner.
We had just had dinner and it was getting dark, when the farmer opens the gate to the field opposite and his wife herds in what look like three highland cows.
Tomorrow we go in search of seaweed baths.
