Tuesday 30 April 2024--After breakfast, I make the ten-minute walk from my guesthouse to the lads'. It would take about three if I could go in a straight line--I can see their place out my window, across the athletic field, which unfortunately I cannot cross. Brendan greets me and offers me coffee while we wait for Bobby to do whatever it is he needs to do. By the time we get to Dunquin, it's lunchtime, so we pop into Kruger's for a toastie. Then it's a leisurely half-hour or so on the Clogher Strand, followed by more time on Béal Bán, one of the several beaches ringing Smerwick Bay. Dick Mack's brewery in Dingle has a beer named after the beach. When the lads ordered it last night at Foxy John's, I thought they were saying "bail bond".

We finish the afternoon with a pint at Tigh T. P. in Ballynagall, over on the other side of the bay. The lads don't seem to be very ambitious about touring, and that suits me fine.