Day Three - And the Rain Came Down

The day started with the incompetent staff at the Lake Hotel refusing to reduce the cost of Alyson's room for single occupancy which was a bit tight and then before we were a mile down the road, wee Rab got a puncture. The support vehicle was doing hand brake turns on the lawn of The Lake Hotel so he had to repair it himself before getting on the road to Listowel. The weather was still holding up and the Horseshoe provided ample sustenance to see us on our way to Tarbert for the ferry cross the Shannon.

Brian opts for stacks of beer!

The Broad Majestic Shannon before Alyson got seasick

Unfortunately, when we landed on the north side of the Shannon, with 30 miles left, the weather turned. Driving rain and a busy road made the ride treacherous. A pit stop was required so Fanny helped out with a quick sugar boost and there was a real turf fire which was a pleasant respite. We need to remember that this is Ireland so we shouldn't be surprised by the changeable weather.

Glad today is done and thankfully tomorrow is a simpler recovery spin to Galway for some real partying!

And I ask you friend, what does a fella do? Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue. So I took her hand and I gave her a twirl. I lost my heart to a Galway girl.

Looking for her still - it's a metaphor of course!