Grateful for a stop, we parked the van the first chance we could and then wandered the town. First impressions again of Scotland, of a major fishing port but the style and laid-back nature of Ireland. Second impression was the sheer number of Bridgestone awards that were evident on almost every building which seemed to claim to be a cafe, restaurant, take-away, bistro - did not seem to matter, it had some award or other for its cooking. One had so many awards over the years it hardly had room for them all on its wall. Not surprisingly we decided to test one out - but which one. Found our way to a bank and retired to a pub to ponder the quandary of how to choose where to eat. Not sure how we finally arrived at our choice but it was one of the few without an award, nor did it have a drinks licence. But it did have spectacular food. First the chowder for me, even the whole mussles were devoured; then a delicious piece of plaice with champ and veg & delicate sauces. Pauline opted for meat equally well served. Maybe not the best the town had to offer, but still a wonderful meal.
As the light began to fade we headed out toward Ballydavid - recommended for its bar - where the only camp site was. As we arrived a beach could be seen nearby and even more of the ruins that Dingle seemed to possess than Clare. Rain was threatening but just to get some sense of where we were, I biked off to Ballydavid and struggled back as the light had almost gone, rain had arrived and the wind was up again against me; what seemed to be a downhill ride became a struggle - and then the chain came off!

We settled down for a couple of days in the site. On this second evening we explored by bike the huge beach, the remains of the Norman tower-house and Garrulus Oratory (both of which were closed - it being 10 o'clock). Planned the next day to visit the Oratory properly and maybe visit the beach for some canoeing.
When morning arrived we cycled up to the oratory and just as we were about to enter the building the rain came. Heavy, cold and wet. Aong with 3 busloads of German and other tourists, we sheltered in the building. This is reckoned as a transition building from the round, corbelled bee-hive huts to the traditional rectangular floor-planned churches. What distinguished it too was the circular window in the rear which had been carved into a group 4 or 5 substantial boulders; this feature probably dates it to 900AD rather than earlier.

The rain had depressed our spirits so we decided to leave and head for Kerry. We actually measured it out in days so that would end up for a couple of days in Dough near Mizend Head. The camp site there had been recommended by a German tourist I met in Lettergesh. So now we had a schedule.


We should have stopped at the Prehistory Museum but we were getting a bit jaded with sight-seeing and decided to keep on motoring: past Dingle Town toward Kenmare and the Ring of Kerry.
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