COASTAL FANTASIES...

With a place this beautiful, there is little need to wax lyrical, but, that said, when has that ever stopped us... This one's Kinsale, southernmost tip of the Emerald Isle before you are spat out into the Atlantic. Even Sting, evidently, thought to buy a house there... It is touted to be one of the most beautiful places on earth (largely by the Irish, but this time, its undebatable). Headed out there early(ish) in the morning and got there just on time to see a bunch of people headed out for a fox hunt (hence the horse on the top left). The horses were absoultely gorgeous (and the hounds were absolutely noisy). But seeing them ride off into the rolling hills was completely amazing. The entrance to Charles' Fort, constructed in the 1680s in honour of King Charles. It was in use till the 1920s apparently. It overlooks Kinsale's amazing harbour. Se moi at the southernest most tip of Ireland. The cliff's at Old Head. Which I have to say is the scariest, coldest place ever. Its a rough sea wind, which craves pulling you nearer and nearer the edge of the cliff, and then just pulling you over. According to reliable sources (Pete), many have died. Which explains my conservative five foot safety buffer. Which I maintain may not have been quite enough. In any case, Kinsale's a lovely quaint little town. Loads of B&Bs, nice restaurants, pretty little pubs (The Spaniard is a must try). And of course, Murphy's!! Someday we're gonna get a house there - Art's already picked out the one (see picture of brown house below). It even has enough space for our two imaginary yachts!