Gorgeous shores

Through the beautiful countryside to Spanish Point today, the place where some boats from the Armada were lost, and the sailors rounded up and put to death, on the orders of the English. John, driving us about the country uncomplainingly as usual, suggested this undermined the idea of black haired Irish people being descended from the Spanish. Apparently the King of Spain visited the area not too long ago, after a mass grave was found. Then on to Kilkee, where we took another stroll. I didn't fancy the walk up into a treeless, flat land, but happily pottered about on the beach instead.

We passed on the way home a golf course owned by Trump, and drove around it by mistake. Home, and a quiet evening. Sue cooked a gorgeous rice and chorizo and chicken dish. There was talk of us going down to the pub, but actually everyone was a bit tired, so we sensibly went to bed instead. 

Below top three snaps of Spanish Point, with the typical west coast flat rocks projecting dangerously into the sea. The following three snaps are from the shore of a reef just outside a lovely Victorian seaside town called Kilkee. The water in the bay breaking into all kinds of directions. Looked lethal to swim in with the big rocks just below the surface. The final snap is dusk in Doolin, Sue and John's view from their living room. The Aran isles flat on the horizon just above the rooftops on the right.