Storm Ali howled all night and howled all morning.

When we heard that the Cliffs of Moher were closed because the wind made them too dangerous we decided to stay put until things had calmed down. I went for a short walk from our little room to the sea edge, and heard the strange wailing of the Aeolian telephone wires (extra) accompanied by percussive scrunch of stones being dragged from the beach back out to sea with each receding wave. 

By mid afternoon things were slightly less wild and we risked driving to the Burren geopark (extra) and walking on a small part of its vast cracked pavement of glacial-era limestone. It was beautifully bleak in the grey light and deserved much longer than our whizzy tour of Ireland allowed. Still, we are creating a lengthening list of places to come back to.

We were a little kinder to Ennistimon which we've driven through twice before. I was keen to stop this time and spend a bit of time gawping at its colourful buildings. Immediately behind this one we found a very wide peaty waterfall. Not at all what we expected.