Ballinskelligs Castle

When the sun breaks through the clouds the west coast of Ireland is amongst the most beautiful places in the world. When it is shrouded in fog with the wind driving the rain in your face, it can be amongst the most miserable ... as it was today. I've not felt so cold and soaked through in a long while. The dramatic landscape of the Iveragh Peninsular was mostly invisible, but we did brave the weather to take in some new archaeology and also revisit Ballinskelligs Castle, previously blipped in somewhat better conditions here.
  
We stopped at a favourite pub in Caherdaniel to warm up by an open fire, enjoy a pint and something hot to eat. There were obviously quite a few regulars in there, including Liam, tucked away in the corner, quietly enjoying his pint of the black stuff. When he got up to go I struck up a conversation with him and the landlord, who had just come across to clear our plates. You can guess what I was angling after!

"Do you ever get used to the weather here," I asked them.
"No, you don't live here for the weather," said the landlord.
"I guess not," I replied. "But the people are lovely."
"If you don't care for the people here, then you're fucked," came back the landlord.
"Fuck the people," said Liam. "I'm only here for the Guinness."