Deja view in the mist

Back to same spot just a little over 48 hours later. On the way back this time.
They are still enjoying running around the "feature" like lunatics.
In the pitch dark. In the mist.
I saw some of the guys from the stag night moored to the left fling a few cigarette butts in the direction of the "thing". It may be a giant ashtray after all. Or hashtray, judging by the exotic scents emanating from the cruiser.

The Volvo decided to make the trip back to Dublin after an emergency injection of 5 (!) liters of oil. No wonder that the crank shafts had stopped shafting. The engine was as dry as Luxembourger humour...
Influenced by my work place and its middle management's obsession for high profile risk analyses*, I decided to borrow Nana's car, as a back up if the Volvo decided to give up the ghost in Ballysloughtitimagh, County West Roscommon on a Sunday night at 9 pm (chances of rescue: sweet fok all, chances of finding a hotel: bitter fok all. Your only option is to break into an abandoned 4 bed semi-detached in one of the ghost estates that adorn the entrance to each and every village and hamlet in the midlands. Now owned by NAMA - the Irish taxpayer).
We all made it back home safe and sound.
I did not say sane and sound, mind!
I'm after spending 5 and half hours in a Yaris and I am still a bit rattled**

* the ultimate one being the discovery that they do sweet fok all besides frivolous risk analyses
** I do not mean a word of it. It was a surprisingly comfortable ride, thanks again Nana for the back-up plan!