Are these yours, Madam?

Yes indeed, the world of exercise creates muscles in places you forgot you ever had.

9.33am. Demps having a big sleep, put down to either a. Manflu or b. Too many later nights whilst working at P.I, I'll let you decide...

Another lovely day on The Emerald Isle (it really is the greenest place I have ever visited), whilst Wales can compare in many places to the lushness, people don't usually paint their houses green and the post boxes are not green and signs aren't as green. So Emerald indeed. 

Another truism about Ireland is the friendliness of its people. Seriously, nothing is too much trouble and you never get that sort of squinty eyed British thing when asking, e.g if someone can fill your flask 'erm..well...I'm not really supposed to...really sorry it's a health and safety thing.'

So, beautiful, friendly, easy to cycle, feels safe, good weather (esp for the pale skinned and freckled), interesting (those Tetrapod footprints really were something else), historic and did I mention green?

Man in green models green. 

Actually we got lost. 

Went for a long walk today - thought we'd break from convention and use our legs, 'keep the body guessing' as the D-Meister puts it. We walked into Killarney National Park (10,000 hectares of the first National Park in Ireland). 14kms later and we got back to the campsite, walked a long way, saw more beautiful scenery, ate lunch and got lost. 

Back now and I just find out from Joe - our man on the inside - that the trains are on strike. Gulp.