Little Egypt in Ireland: 2005
Sunday: the wind-down, but no anti-climax |
You can pause the slides by hovering the mouse over a picture, but don't click!
Don't ask me why - I haven't mastered Java.
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All good things come to an end, so they say, but even
the realities of a return to the hustle and bustle of rural Suffolk could not get in the way of a final day of fun.
Tommy the Coach began by guiding the side through the famous Moll's Gap.
No-one dared ask who (or where) Moll was.
Except Cleverdon, who obviously spotted her immediately.
There were then three choices for the rest of the day:
1) Guinness
2) Guinness
or
3) Lager
(and look where that gets you).
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And finally: a few shots that escaped the censor.
 In your dreams, Martin.
 In my dreams, Martin
 Even Tommy wouldn't try this one.
 The centre of Kenmare
 Is this where she came from? |
We were privileged, incidentally, to be treated to a tour of the History of Kenmare, on Saturday afternoon. It is a site of much interest, with a past stretching back to neolithic stone circles. |