In addition to the history and landscape and myths there were also really cute animals. One Ewe had just given birth to triplet lambs a few days before, they were adorable -- although the mama-sheep gave us a death glare for being too close to her babies even as we stood on the other side of the field. There were young calves as well (but no one got to milk any of the cows so don't hate me too much Jessica - the tour honestly didn't list "go to farm and see Irish cows" as something they do, they surprised us). The cutest though was of course the King Charles Spaniel puppy who was a few weeks old. So soft! So precious! I want the puppy.
|This picture lies, I'm not actually taller than my brother|
Although the cliffs really do look that cool
|At the top of Cork-screw-hill on the way to the cliffs|
with my little brother who is also clearly taller than me
We all appreciated the warm soup at the pub on the way back from the cliffs. And all of us split a humongous slice of chocolate-cake-with-whipped-cream-and-strawberries. I also appreciated that despite his cold still bothering him a ton, my darling younger brother still agreed to be in photos with me, and even smiled-in-an-admittedly-grimacey-sort-of-way. And I very very much appreciated the nice weather. Although there was a part of me that felt like we were being mocked with the sunshine after having gone to the Aran Islands with the worst possible weather ever. (Especially since the forecast was the same all week and the weather was clearly not the same all week.)