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Beer Me, Brogue

Europe

It took us nearly a week. We finally made it inside an Irish pub for a night of drinks and live music.

This ring of rocks dates back to probably 100B.C. A child was buried in a clay pot in the center of the ring.
This ring of rocks dates back to probably 100B.C. A child was buried in a clay pot in the center of the ring.

Carrie rides by the harbor of Glandore.
Carrie rides by the harbor of Glandore.
The entrance to the church in Glandore is through a tunnel.
The entrance to the church in Glandore is through a tunnel.

Before the pub though we had a nice, short ride into Skibbereen. The weather continues to be unseasonably warm. After plenty of wet riding in the UK we were expecting worse in Ireland. Instead it’s been sun, sun, sun.

The holiday park we stayed at was a short walk into town, which gave us the opportunity to check out the famed pubs. As we walked through downtown, we passed a few pubs that looked closed or deserted. Then we came across a pub advertising live music that night. Perfect. We walked in, ordered our drinks from the friendly bar keep, and an hour later the musicians began to play classic rock songs from the ’60s. A nice mix of locals and travelers were all enjoying the good craic.

On our walk back from the pub, filled with good spirit, we spotted a pair of foxes scurrying around in the shadows. How cute. As I entered the tent however my opinion changed about the cute foxes. A hole the size of a soccer ball was torn wide open at the foot of the tent. The damn foxes had breached our fort and stolen some food.

What a fox will do to a tent if motivated by food.
What a fox will do to a tent if motivated by food.

To make matters worse, until dawn one of the foxes kept coming back to get through the tent hole. We blocked the hole with Carrie’s handlebar bag, so the fox was trying to get around it.

We slept very little that night defending our fort and its supplies. We also had to figure out what to do about hole. As long as it stays sunny, it’s not a big deal. But we’re in Ireland. The sun can only some for so long.

We’ll let you know how we decided to fix the tent in the next post.