Part three
We rented a car and drove all the way across the country, which took only about three hours.
I didn't take this one, but this is what most of the country looks like:

Needless to say, it's a very rocky land.
My quest in Ireland was for music, and music was everywhere we went. It was good in Dublin, if predictable and touristy, but it Spiddal, it was sublime. There were four pubs in Spiddal, and each featured what they called "sessions." The oldest was called Hughes', and here is a picture of it on a Friday night (again, I didn't take this one):

There was an old cemetary in Spiddal, and we took some nice shots there:



That's a picture of low tide at Spiddal.
Day eight: Took a driving tour of the west coast of Ireland. Didn't take that many photos, but here's one of another ruined castle, circa 1500:

Went back to Hughes' again this night. It was packed, and we had to sit at the bar, where next to me sat a very good looking man with a barely understandable burr, long, curly black hair, and a navy blue fisherman's sweater. When Mr. Peg took a break, Mr. Goodlooking started talking to me and offered to become my third husband, if I'd return without Mr. Peg! I asked him why he'd not married thus far. "Too shy!" he replied. (yes, this did make my day!)
Day nine: Flew back to London from Galway. Went to Harrods, but didn't buy anything. By this time, I was feeling pretty fried. Have to admit, we went to pubs every single night but one. The consensus was that the pubs were best in Ireland and England. Interestingly, there's absolutely no smoking in pubs in both Ireland and Scotland, which was nice. Food was relatively inexpensive in pubs, which helped. Cabs were horendously expensive, so we took public transportation as much as possible, expecially in London, where we got pretty competent at taking the "tubes."
The fantasy is that, when we hit the lottery, we'd love to move to Ireland and have a second home in Scotland. Scenery-wise, it's more grand in Scotland, but the people are friendlier in Ireland. The Guinness is better there, too!
Flew home on Day ten, on an over eight hour flight which was actually easier than the first, shorter one. Probably because I sat there and watched three movies in a row!
Sorry if it seems as if I'm showing off, Betty, but several of you have asked for details, and I've really enjoyed reliving it all again.