Looking back down toward the coast in the South West of County Cork, Ireland.
My journey began at around the same time as lambing commenced for the year, so I’ve been observing the little ones grow as I cycle. At some point they’ll begin to disappear and turn up on dinner plates.
“You can’t say you weren’t treated well in Ireland; it’s as good as any hotel here!”, said the farmer as he flung down the mattress. My bed for the night by the river Shannon, County Clare, Ireland.
A village in Ireland spreads the good word.
When I see a road like this, I know I’m in for a good few hours. Heading into the Maumturk Mountains, Co Galway, Ireland.
A Grand Bicycle Journey. 