The dog returned to the B&B once Katie had gone up to the room - he's a stealth one. But Katie got in one last snuggle before we were off.
Breakfast was delicious - the house was booked, so we heard lots of accents and languages. We spoke to some nice fellas who liked it so much they were staying another night. Katie entertained some of us by trying to make toast - on two occasions she managed to launch her toasted slices out of the toaster, landing somewhere nearby.
Back on the Ring. We saw some amazing landscapes along the westernmost points - with Skellig Michael and Little Skellig punctuating the Atlantic.
We landed in Doolin - a picturesque little pub town with musical roots. Maeve was our host at the Churchfields B&B, which was nestled in a field in the shadow of a ruined church. We had dinner at O'Connor's and listened to music at Fitzpatrick's over another sticky toffee pudding and a pint of Guiness. Then we walked back to our B&B on the hill. But not before Katie tried to snuggle a horse and was bit. The skin wasn't broken. But they didn't stop the hypochondriac from assuming the worst - from staph infection to an amputation...
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