Blowing the cobwebs

And practically everything else too.
The planned 11.30 am departure saw all the Rahenies tightly packed in the car by 12.30 pm, with only two relatively minor bust-ups between the parents, one child Ikea bed dissasembled, packed in the car and then discarded, food for 4 months and bags of clothes I did not know we owned (either the bags or the clothes).
We managed to catch up with the Baudsons somewhere around Kill, with sheets of very heavy rain insterspaced between blindlingly bright sunny spells.

I had not driven down to Limerick for quite a number of years and was unaware of how much the roads have improved. It is motorway almost all the way down and I find it rather disquieting to realise that Stab City in now just under 2 hours away from the quiet capital.

The kids kept themselves busy bickering, doing some supremely annoying nasal singing or counting the broken down castles on the way to Spanish Point (and one not broken one that specialises in medieval banquets for American tourists a convenient short hop away from Shannon Airport - the only Middle Ages airport in the world still operating to this day)

We got to Spanish Point (Rinn na Spáinneach) just before sunset and decided to take the kids out in the hope of tiring them a bit or at least to getting the noisiest among them to fall off a cliff.

We did not succeed. They found the walk invigorating and where extra noisy until extra late in the night.

The holiday had truly started.

Rejects:

I'll have a pint of creamy one
The missing links (one had really wet pants and the other one was a responsible adult walking wet pants link back home)
Pyjama babes
Dangerous looking yet extremely tasty saucisson