The Cliffs of Mohair
... all woolly and overgrown and fluffy. And full of eedjits who feel compelled to get ever closer to the edge to capture that selfie... Selfeedjits really.
We were lucky, the weather was most clement. It even got hot, walking the trail between Doolin and the cliffs. So hot that I soon turned into a Moher sweater...
While driving along, one cannot miss the massive signs advertising the "Moher Cafe, voted best coffee in Ireland".
I wish I had had my massive marker pen with me, to bring an asterisk and much need clarification:
MOTHER CAFE, VOTE BEST COFFEE IN IRELAND*
* by the owner of the Moher cafe...