The next morning we drove the Dingle loop. I’d forgotten to save all the web pages to my phone, so I was only able to annotate the first five kilometres It didn’t really matter because it rained the entire time. It made it a quicker drive because you just couldn’t see any of the spectacular views everyone had raved about.

From there we drove through Cork and still it rained. Finally the clouds parted and we were on our way to Ballycotton, a true small fishing village unspoiled by the masses of tourists. The anticipation was allowed to build even more as we encountered a detour after Cork that took us along winding farm roads.

The one hotel is full of old people with old money, who spend their summers there. Oh, and us and a few German tourists.

Ballycotton has some spectacular views. There is an old lighthouse atop an island just off the shore. A walk up through the village brings you to some great views with cliffs. Then you can take the stairs down to the rocks and watch the tide come in.

There are a few pub restaurants at the beginning of the village. But we went to a busy upscale seafood restaurant near the pier. We were quite fortunate to get a table (albeit by the kitchen entrance). The place was packed.

The hotel has wifi, but the reception isn’t great in the room. So spent the evening in the bar, surfing and playing Nine Card Brag with my small pack of cards.

The continental breakfast was old money good: freshly squeezed orange juice full of pulp, a choice of cereals including granola, fresh warm scones and rolls, fruit salad, marinated cinnamon apples, stewed rhubarb and toast and jam.

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Next stop: Kissing the Blarney Stone