We wandered down the Royal Mile for breakfast and found a little cafe down an alley. We discovered it was the workshop of Deacon Brodie in the 1750's. This fella was apparently a fine upstanding citizen during the day and a burglar at night. Eventually he was caught and hung. Robert Louis Stevenson wrote a book about him 100 years later. Might have to give that a go.

After breakfast we packed up our belongings and called an uber for the airport. Once again it arrived in minutes, was more comfortable than a taxi and was 5 pounds cheaper. We then flew to Cork In Ireland, picked up the new hire car and set off for Glengarriff.

We travelled down a winding, narrow country road (with an impossible 100 kph speed limit) before coming across a pedestrian walking down the road. It is important to understand that the road was barely wide enough for two cars, had no shoulder and was flanked on either side by tall trees and hedging. This young man (no doubt an Irishman - wink, wink) was walking on the road, with his back to the traffic and head phones on. I think he is destined for a short life. Idgit.

Our accommodation tonight looks great. Lovely comfortable king size bed, nice furnishings and an Irish pub below. Oh, and there was some blue sky and it was 16 degrees... We sat in the bar and starting chatting to a local Irishman. Mind you it took some deciphering as he had a very strong accent and he mumbled to make it even easier...