Ireland, to be sure.

After Croatia we had a few days in Cork, Ireland with my brother Mike and his girlfriend Grainne. The weather held out for us and we had a grand time on the beach learning the national game, hurling and practising our frisbee skills.

Evenings were spent in the many pubs which usually come complete with grumpy old men and a steady supply of the local stout, Beamish. We watched Ireland lose to France in the Rugby World Cup, which led to a lot of people yelling things at the TV like, "Jaysus, ya feckin little bolix!"

Our final night was also in a pub where we played Ringo, which was kinda like bingo, but with music and we were suitably hungover and tired for our flight the next morning.


Dromagh stone circle.


Mike and Grainne. Grainne hid a blackberry in Mike's hair - it took about half a day until he noticed.


On the beach..


No idea what this was all about, but someone made this weird entrance arrangment out of bike frames so it was worth a photo.