We need to get back to Dublin. Detour time.
But we will not point at the sun.
Maria wants to point at the sun.
Cliffs again. That’s basically what’s in Ireland.
This is a puffin.
THIS IS A REAL PUFFIN.
There are puffins on these cliffs.
And there are lots and lots and lots of seabirds on these cliffs.
And there are seagulls on these cliffs.
And there is us on these cliffs.
And there are cows on these cliffs.
And there are selfies on these cliffs.
These dangerous cliffs.
Danger of edges.
Danger of cows.
Danger of dogs.
No dogs on the cliffs.
Well, hopefully they at least scoop the poop.
So we take some pictures of the cliffs.
And we marvel at their cliffyness.
And we marvel at this rock of birds.
We leave the cliffs. Many hours later we are in Dublin.
Where we take pictures of things.
Like our meat pies.
We have beer, and beer, and beer, and beer, and pies.
Then it’s a double decker bus.
Then the warnings are sillier.
Then the Moules marinières are bigger.
And there is no more Ireland.