Tropical Thunder Pants

After a comfy sleep in the railway carriage, moth marvelling and breakfast at the campsite, we sussed out Dunfanaghy village, otherwise known as a mid- morning pit stop for smoothies and pancakes.

With a day of hot n humid lightening storms ahead, we headed for an indoor day at Letterkenny. Irish villages and countryside are so clean, olde worldy and gardened up to the hilt with flowers and greenery. But the road signs are testing me to the hilt.

First stop was an urgent need to buy Sam and Dave waterproof clothes in the middle of a torrential rain storm. Job done then to the bugs and beasties of Tropical World. From bearded dragons to trash pandas to marmosets, the kids were bemused by it all. Then a pit stop (another one??) before heading to the comfiest seated cinema to see Dunkirk. (Harry Styles will be introducing a whole lot of history to teenage girls).

Back to Dunfanaghy in the evening for Dave to make nom nom nom sounds eating the best seafood chowder he'd ever tasted, before heading back to the campsite.

We were cream crackered, but not Sam and Tess who were in full-on campsite (as in no TV, no WiFi make your own entertainment) banter mode into the late night.

...and I only phoned home once to check on the doggos.