I awoke in the morning to the sound of someone having a shower. But why were they doing this in the dorm? No, it wasn't a shower, it was raining. Either that or we were at 10,000 metres and surrounded by cloud.
The ferry crossing back to Baltimore was pretty rough, I found leaning over the rail helped, you get the picture! When we reached Skibbereen it was still raining so we went in to Fields teashop which was connected to a supermarket. Alan got pretty excited when he saw Carol Vorderman with her children in the supermarket. Bert and Trevor then had a sudden need to buy things which were available in the supermarket too so that left me on my own with a large pot of tea.
When the celebrity watchers returned we trudged out in to the street and navigated a surprisingly hilly N71 North to Bantry. I think there may have been views at the summit but they were lost to us in the general mist / cloud thing that was going on.
Bert and I did the shopping here and of course we hit a tea room again. Eventually we had to push on but the rain had topped by the time we reached Murphy's Independent Hostel, Glengarriff.
When we arrived we had all looked at each other, no one said it but we all thought 'Oh no!' The place was like a dump, no really I mean it. Old fridges and bicycles lying around rusting, rotting fruit in wooden boxes. If the outside of the hostel was like this then what would the inside be like? As it happens the inside was much better, not the cleanest place we've been but acceptable. Just don't look out the windows and you're OK.
Bert and I cooked. The starter was celery soup with warm bread then the main course, Irish stew with home made dumplings and new potatoes. To finish muffins with custard and the whole meal washed down with Guinness.