Wet and wild Atlantic Way and ShatNav

I’ve decided to feature this picture prominently in today’s blog post because, yes, these are indeed Edwards’ socks. I’m genuinely speechless, which is quite rare for me.

Williams woke up this morning with a throbbing headache. He had only had three pints of Guinness, and it was clear that it was taking its toll. Despite the headache, he packed his bags and headed towards Cork, the starting point of the wild Atlantic Way. The morning weather was pleasant, and they stopped for breakfast in a charming little village called Thomastown. However, the café they had hoped to dine at was closed for another 20 minutes. So, they decided to grab a coffee first, followed by a hearty Cooked breakfast as soon as the café opened. Enjoying their coffee and cooked breakfast outdoors, watching the world go by, was an absolute delight.

We then headed to the first point of interest on the Wild Atlantic Way, The Old Head of Kinsale. The roads were a bit sketchy, but our spirits were high until the rain began. It started lightly, then heavier, and then we drove through what felt like a full-on storm. The photos below don’t do justice to how wet it was. Edwards managed to cover up his incontinence, blaming his damp gentleman’s region on the weather.






On previous trips, Edwards and William have brought their own unique strengths. Edwards, historically great at planning routes, has been terrible at booking accommodation. Williams, on the other hand, is generally good at booking accommodation but struggles with planning. However, something unexpected has happened, and the dynamics have shifted. Edwards’s planning mojo has turned to shi£t.

The photo below serves as evidence. It was intended to be Mizen Head.  We did a u-turn, drove straight past the turning again, did another u-turn only to find out it was the wrong feckin place anyway. Imagine throwing a dart and missing the board, only to find it in the neighboring garden. That’s how close Edwards was to hitting Mizen Head. ‘Oh, we missed it’. Not sure where the we came from but yes we did, by about 15 miles. Still the ride back was fun,

We did finally make Mizen Head as evidenced by the photos below unfortunately the visitor centre was closed. Due to the lack of open welfare facilities Williams proved that peeing into the wind is indeed a bad idea 🫣.

Leaving Mizen Head was slower than anticipated because the locals had decided to take their pet cows for a stroll. A young girl at the front kept encouraging us to ride through the cows, becoming increasingly agitated when we repeatedly declined. At the back, we encountered the strangest-looking woman we’ve ever seen. She appeared to be carrying her breasts on her back. Edwards intends to attempt to capture an image of her from his bikes camera and I will add to the blog. The ride to Bantry, our nights digs was fantastic, drying roads, tight knarly bends, brilliant. Roll on tomorrow.