Day 116, 28 October 2012, Bodyke through Ennis, to Liscannor on the coast and on to the Cliffs of Moher. Brrrrr... - The slogan for Irish weather should really be "Do not be alarmed by the Glowing Yellow Orb in the sky... It won't be around for long". The day dawned. Eventually. Despite having put our clocks back one hour it was a very dark morning and a very wet morning. Perfect for golf apparently, but not so entrancing for a scenic drive to the wildest and wooliest point on the west coast of Ireland - The Cliffs of Moher. Aside from the Aran Islands, reachable by boat over incredibly rough seas, the Cliffs are the last piece of land between here and America. The drive to the coast took us through several picturesque villages that had to remain unexplored due to the teeming rain. We actually thought we'd be the only people at the Cliffs on such a day, but nothing stops the tour buses - though definitely not crowded. We explored the visitor centre in depth, cleverly cut into the side of a hill and then, completely educated on how the cliffs and for that matter Ireland were formed 500 million years ago, we put on the jackets, raincoats, hats, gloves and scarves. And ventured out. To quote one of my favourite movies, Shackleton wouldn't have sent his dogs out in this weather. But off we went. Whilst it's possible to walk a fair way in each direction to various viewing platforms we limited ourselves to a brief viewing of the cliffs before scuttling back to the car. Aside from the weather there was the problem that they'd migrated already - so a life long wish to see a Puffin was put back on the bucket list. We continued on around the coast to the seaside town of Doolin where the ferry boats to Aran leave from and then made our way even further around the coast to the area known as The Burren. The ground here looks like baked and cracked lava. We seriously considered stopping for a closer look at Dunguaire Castle but again the torrential rain put us off so we drove past slowly instead. More than adequate. We made our way along the coast and came to Galway in due course and followed our noses to Salthill and the Amber Heights Guesthouse. Ahhhh. Our only regret is we don't have longer in Ireland when we find gorgeous little accommodations like this. We had fish and chips for dinner down on Galway Bay and given we're in the land of Bishop O'Donnell's Road and St Mary's Avenue, we said our prayers for a sunny day - heads it rains and we explore Galway town on foot, tails the sun shines and we drive through the Connemara. (There now... Irish blood coming through... gambling and praying in the same breath).