P. Ramsbottom Bar

So, Williams’ and Edward’s arrived and disembarked within 10 minutes of each other. We met just before the M50 and set off for Stradbally which was to be our digs for the night.

Edward’s satnav immediately fired us onto a Toll run despite William’s use of some very creative hand signals. 70 miles later and following some debate surrounding who’s satnav should be trusted they settled on Williams ageing Garmin Zumo and the pair arrived at their digs in Stradbally. It was an old pub that had been converted into an AirB&B with secure parking hosted by a really nice guy called John.
After locking the bikes we headed to the pub, what a walk! Out the gate, turn left, 10 yards, enter the pub. 

P. Ramsbottom Bar was a proper Irish boozer, filled with live music, friendly staff and more than its fair share of piss Heads.

On the subject of piss heads meet Adam, our new adopted best friend. To say Adam was pissed would be an understatement. Not only was Adam pissed but he was also incomprehensible, literally every 10th word could be caught. He made a B line for Edward’s. The pair of them were getting on great until Edward’s declared that he was from  Birmingham. It turns out that Adam had been beaten up in Birmingham forcing him to go to Turkey to get his teeth replaced. Edward’s? How could you.











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