|Turf just cut on the bog|
|The road back, and our valley in the distance|
The tarmac finishes just about here, and we're onto a rough track winding between hillocks still brown with winter. A pair of ravens tumble and squabble in the wind which is thankfully at our backs. And onward! Mountshannon calls.
We cheated. We brought the car with bike rack to Scarriff before we set out. I don't think we'd have managed the big haul back up to our house. But next time! Definitely. We did 29 km. Oh so smug and happy.
And another reward. The Snug Restaurant is open again under the capable management of Molly who ran a stall on Killaloe Market for years. Hurray! Saturday night dinner out.