My last post about my road trip was just not enough to fully express how much I loved Killarney National Park (I’m a sucker for a good panorama view). So, I knew I had to post all the pictures from the trip so that you guys could share in my obsessive need to take pictures of everything! So without further ado…
So after my last stroll with my camera went so well, I was ready to give it another go. We had a rare sunny (and moderately warm) day, so my flatmate and I trekked to City Centre to take a look inside Christ Church Cathedral.
As luck would have it, when we went up to pay the entrance fee, the woman at the counter told us it was free for the next five minutes! Not only that, but we got to listen to a musical ensemble practice while we looked around (which was a bit creepy when we were in the crypt with soft waltz-y music floating down the steps and echoing, but it was beautiful nonetheless).
One of my favorite things to do in Dublin is just walking around. There are so many beautiful little alleyways and houses and landscapes hiding in plain sight, so I thought I’d start doing a series called Dublin Strolls with random bits of scenery I come across around the city.
Today my flatmate Hanna and I decided to walk down to the Sandymount beach…
October is coming to an end which means one thing: Halloween. While the excitement for the holiday is not quite what it is in the States, Ireland has it’s own sort of vibe and spookiness to offer up to those Halloween enthusiasts (like myself). However, living the TV-less existence that my roommates and I suffer through, neither myself or my haunt-loving flatmate Annie, had been able to get into the spirit with classics such as Halloweentown (1 or 2, the rest are shit tbh), Scream or Hocus Pocus.
Deprived of our normal frightful entertainment to put us in the holiday mood, we decided to go on a ghostly walking tour of Dublin. After searching the internet, Annie found a group called Hidden Dublin that featured a Northside Ghost Walk. We booked our tickets and forced ourselves out of our cozy Netflix-laden beds to pursue the unknown (we really had to will ourselves to leave the house, so we tried to make it sound extra adventurous).
We started the tour outside the Church Bar, which, unsurprisingly, was a bar that had once been a church (very creative). Outside of it, what is seemingly a normal cement courtyard we learned was actually a graveyard at one point. Dublin, in a move of pure class, had taken the grave stones, piled them against the far wall of the park, and left them there, paving over the grassy area and never even removing the bodies.
Making our way to the next stop, Annie and I were excited at the thought of what was to come next after being sufficiently spooked.
What followed was indeed a scary night, but not in the way expected….
Stopping in front of a slightly decrepit building near Four Courts, our tour guide started to tell us the story of the location. However, I couldn’t tell you a word he said, because at that point I was much more interested with the group of threatening looking teenagers viciously trying to rip bikes off their locks just feet away. Four or five of them were clustered around, while one tugged violently at a nice black street bike. Myself and a few of the people in the tour group took to our phones to call the police.
The scene grew even more absurd when a man from the pub next door came out to get his bike (not the one being stolen, but still) and saw the teen ripping at the one next to his. He yelled at the boy, asking what he thought he was doing, and the kid just yelled “I’m stealing this fucking bike!” and continued on. At this point we were all flummoxed at what to do next, as none of us particularly wanted to get in a fight with a group of Irish teenagers. It was just then that the flashing lights of the police came round the corner. The boy had freed the bike seconds before and tried desperately to escape, but he was caught once he rounded the next corner (sweet, sweet justice).
Unfortunately for our tour guide, no one had listened to a word he’d said, so we continued on, more fascinated by the heist we’d witnessed than the story of the supposed ghost in the building behind us.
Next we were led to Smithfield to hear about the famous bandit who had had a series of tunnels beneath Dublin to escape capture. Obviously that hadn’t worked out quite as he’d planned when they hung him for his crimes (a common theme among many of the stories we heard that night, being a rope salesman must have been a very lucrative business in Dublin). Everything was going as planned, the group settled after the bike incident, when we noticed another group of teens (those damn Youths) clustering around the road, looking mischievous.
Seconds later, a car whipped around the corner, skidding and sliding, doing donuts around the tiny square, coming close to hitting the other teenagers as they darted out of the way laughing. When it started making it’s way towards us and the kids were running away, however, it became much less entertaining. Right as I was readying myself to book it into one of the alleys, it took a sharp turn into the luas lane and sped off. I have no idea what happened after that, as a luas came from that direction about a minute later, but it must’ve involved some creative driving and a lot of swearing from the luas driver.
At this point we were all sufficiently distracted again, so our tour guide tried desperately to capture our attention back and led us towards the next location. We stopped down a back alley in a relatively residential area. It was quite spooky, with little lighting and unkempt buildings. Our guide began the story of a witch who had lived in the house behind him, but by then the next distraction had reared it’s head (literally).
Parked parallel to our “haunted house” was a car that had obviously thought this deserted street would be suitable for some alone time. What they certainly did not expect I imagine, wass a group of 20 people coming up and standing next to them while they tried to have said alone time. I will hand it to them, they made a solid effort to pretend like they were just resting, that she was just laying her head on his lap and he just petting her hair casually, but they knew the jig was up when we were all roaring with laughter. Soon they sped off in their car, eager to escape our group and their growing embarrassment.
By now our tour guide was at the end of his rope and didn’t even care that we weren’t paying attention anymore. He told us the inspirational words that the faster he spoke and we listened, the faster we would get to the last stop: the Brazen Head pub. It was clear that we all, including him, needed a pint after all the excitement. We stopped one more time at a supposed mass grave and then speed-walked towards our final destination and beer.
All in all, it wasn’t exactly the scary tour we’d been expecting, but it did leave us with a good story. We sipped our well-deserved pints in the warmth of the old Brazen Head and listened to some good live music, and while we didn’t get our spooky ghost experience, we were still pretty content.
UNTIL A GHOST CAME OUT AND KIDNAPPED ANNIE… just kidding, we went to bed after that, can’t blame a girl for trying though *shrugs*.
So it’s pretty much an established fact at this point in my life that I am a huge nerd for anything fantasy-related. That being said, I am a Game of Thrones fanatic, so when the opportunity presented itself to go to Belfast, I immediately booked into a GoT tour so I could live out my fan-girl dreams.
I booked a tour through gameofthronestours.com and chose to do the Belfast Winterfell Locations option (there’s also the Iron Islands and Stormlands Adventure). I booked a student ticket and it cost 36 euro in all, which included the bus tour for the entire Saturday.
We met in front of Top Shop in Belfast City Centre and from there were bused to our first location. Our tour guide Damian was really funny and even though we weren’t a super lively bunch (as it was early in the morning and already pissing rain), he still kept us entertained on the way there with stories and anecdotes. He has worked on the set of the show since it’s first season, so we spent the first part of the trip talking with him on his theories of how the next season will play out/how the show will end (but I won’t give away the secrets!!). There was a brief ferry ride that offered the opportunity for us to get off the bus and stretch out legs which was nice (plus it offered a good photo op, the harbor was really cute).
The bus finally pulled up to Old Castle Ward, which was used as the set of Winterfell in the first season. We walked into the courtyard and Damian showed us a booklet of screenshots from the show, pointing out where various scenes had happened and who had done what and where they had done it. It was actually pretty surprising how much they fit into such a small space, as the courtyard was tiny in comparison to the way they made it seem in the show. After we’d gotten our fill of photographing every inch of the place, we moved onto the second location.
Our group headed off on a side road and walked through the woods for a bit, finally coming up on a hill where a small tower loomed over the grounds. We found out that this area had been used to film the Twins and also served as the background for Rob’s army camp (RIP). At this point it was absolutely pouring rain, so I took my picture (excuse my wet-rat appearance) and scuttled back to the bus.
By the time everyone had returned to the bus, we were soaking wet and freezing, so we moved onto the next (and at the time, sorely needed) stop which luckily was a very cozy pub by the name of The Cuan. Aside from serving delicious warm soup and fresh (soul-warming) pints, they also put up many of the cast members of Game of Thrones in their upstairs rooms as they’re a bed and breakfast as well as a pub and eatery. Plus, they were the first to receive one of the “Doors of Thrones” which were elaborately carved doors made from the fallen trees of the Dark Hedges (pretty badass if I do say so myself).
With the comfort of food and beer in my belly, I happily readied myself to board the bus again, but our tour guide had a surprise up his sleeve. We were met outside the pub by the dogs that played Grey Wind and Summer in the show. My two favorite things combined in one visit: dogs and Game of Thrones. The owners were very nice and had been extras on the set for all the seasons as well and let us all take turns taking pictures with their dogs (which must be a very strange experience to have celebri-dogs).
Back on the bus, riding my dog-petting high, I passed the time until the next stop watching the videos they played of the various CGI edits that had done to make the world seem more fantastical. Our next location was Inch Abbey, which was where they filmed the scene where they all stand up and proclaim Rob King in the North (once again, RIP).
To make the experience a little more authentic, they also provided us with capes, swords and shields. Each person got the chance to be the King in the North and take and Instagram-worthy picture (you better believe I posted that ASAP). When we’d had our fill of running around in cloaks, the group trouped back to the bus and set off for our final location.
Deep within the woods of Tollymore Forest (and by that I mean about a 10 minute walk) is the location where they filmed the finding of the direwolf pups! Here we saw the bridge where Ned saw the dead stag and the little river bank where they found the dead direwolf mother and the wolves that would later become the counterparts to each of the six Stark children (including Jon Snow).
While the filming site itself isn’t much to see, Tollymore Forest was beautiful, with scenic bridges and little castle-like structures, so it was worth the walk just for the views along the way.
After a full day of touring around, most people on the bus were ready to take a nap, but just in case you stayed awake for the duration of the drive back, they played the pilot episode (which was bad for me because it just made me want to watch the whole series over again).
We arrived back in Belfast at around 5:30, just in time to run back to my hostel, take a shower and eat something substantial before nighttime festivities! If you’re a big Game of Thrones fan, I’d definitely recommend the tour, but be aware, it’s starting to get cold and rainy out. So, if you’re looking to book soon, remember: Winter is Coming…
Hello friends!
So I wanted to take the time to write about a day trip I took recently with my gal pal Hanna. One of the best aspects of living in Dublin is how easy it is to escape the city when you need a breather and be in some of the most beautiful landscapes. Howth, a town about 30 minutes away by train, offers just such an escape.
We grabbed our tickets that day from Pearse Street Station and hopped onto the train, which took us along the coast to the little seaside town. As soon as you step out of the station and walk along the little fish shops and chippers and see the boats in the harbor, you can just feel yourself relax.
The town itself is pretty bustling, with tons of tourists and residents milling around the sidewalks and through the market (then again we went on the weekend so it might have made it more crowded). There was a cluster of people standing at the edge of the dock, looking down into the water, so we made our way over, eager to see what the commotion was all about. There, bobbing in the water, was a seal! It blinked up at us, it’s whiskered face hopeful that we’d throw some fish down. When a toddler threw an apple at it instead (so rude) it submerged itself back into the waves. With thoughts of cute underwater creatures in mind, we continued on our way.
We knew we wanted to do the cliff walk, but needed some sustenance first, so we stopped at a pub and grabbed some fish, chips and cider, which then led to thirty minutes of food-coma, which we pretending was just us appreciating the ambiance of the pub.
Once you get off the train, if you just take a left and walk all the way along the beach, you’ll eventually see the road start to veer sharply right and up a hill, that’s where the cliff walk starts (and also when your leg muscles start to feel the burn).
The views along the path are incredible, with the expanse of ocean extending out from the cliffs dotted with heather plants. Then again, they say a picture is worth a thousand words so here we are…
The entire walk took about 2 hours, but that was mostly due to the fact that we were stopping for majestic photo shoots every seven steps. It was a bit rocky and narrow at times, so good walking shoes would be a must if you’re planning on doing it.
After a questionable descent which involved us deciding to take a different path down for a “change in scenery” and then ending up in a random residential neighborhood, we finally returned to the shoreline.
We were very tired after our failed attempt at being spontaneous and decided to refuel with a good old fashioned 99 (which is soft serve with a flake stuck in it, the perfect combination of things).
If you’re thinking of a day trip, Howth is perfect. Even if you don’t feel like doing the cliff walk, there are tons of little shops and a food market that you can stroll around in, or you can just plant yourself by the beach and read a book.
Long have I fantasized about realizing my Blue Crush/Rocket Power dreams and learning how to surf. Living on Long Island Sound in the USA meant, yes, we had the beach, but unless a particularly hefty individual cannon-balled, you were unlikely to see a wave that would crest above your knee. Thus, when the opportunity arose for me to go on a surfing trip here in Ireland, I jumped at the chance.
Bundoran is a town on the very upper tip of the west coast which borders the Atlantic Ocean and is known as a surf haven. We went through TurfnSurf, which is a company based in the town that provides hostel stays and surf lessons. A very nice woman met us in City Centre and boarded us onto a pre-booked coach bus. The bus took us from Dublin, all the way to Bundoran, which was about three and a half hours. Little did I know the quickest route is through Northern Ireland, so when I started seeing Union Jack flags scattered about the countryside, I was a bit confused. While this detail may mean little to you it does mean that if you have an Irish sim card, TURN OFF YOUR DATA while you’re passing through (learn from my mistakes, for the sake of your mobile bill).
The trip was quite easy, with the bus driver making stops for bathroom breaks and snacks (which ended up being more of a curse than a blessing as for the rest of the trip there were various scents wafting thorough the bus ranging from cheese and onion crisps to coffee). We arrived at the hostel, which was in a choice location, with the shore right across the street and the town just a short walk away, and were taken inside by an employee of the company.
In the week leading up the the trip, we’d been emailed by the organizer giving us more details about the schedule. They also said we’d be greeted on arrival with a glass of complementary wine (yas yas yas yas). However, there was no wine in sight by the time we had all moved into our rooms, and when I was voted to be the emissary of those waiting for free alcohol, the Hostel employee told me that the bus was late so they cancelled the free wine (???????). In my opinion that would be a reason for more wine not less, so after that initial disappointment we retired to our room so we could rest up for the next day.
The rooms were quite nice, we got a double and it had two beds, a TV and our own bathroom with towels. Granted, the TV only showed Irish soap operas, but that was as entertaining as anything else I’ve seen on Irish networks to be honest.
The next morning we woke up and headed downstairs for breakfast (which was included, cue my wallet breathing a sigh of relief) and consisted of cereal, toast and some tea/coffee. Afterwards we headed back to our rooms to change into bathing suits and head down to grab wet suits.
The surf instructors chatted with us and sized us up for our wet suits, laughing as we timidly took the body-conforming garments.
Cue the worst part of surfing: putting on a cold wet suit. Honestly though, the biggest downside of this trip was tugging that freezing slab of fabric over my limbs. If there were ever a time that I’ve felt like a sausage, it was that moment as I was zipped into the casing that would keep me warm for the next three hours.
It was then we were loaded into the car and zoomed over to the shoreline where we unloaded the boards and plopped them down on the sand. The instructors were really funny and nice, constantly making jokes and giving helpful tips. They showed us the technique for popping up on the board on land and had us practice a few times. After a little safety brief (always protect your face when you fall, save the money maker!!) we strapped on the ankle cord and made our way into the surf.
The water wasn’t too cold and the wet suits, despite my misgivings at the beginning, kept us really warm. Soon enough I was standing and falling on a loop, I was even the first person to stand and surf a wave (cue victory dance). While I’d expected it to be really difficult, it was actually pretty easy to pick up, especially with the instructors around to give you little tips and tricks. The best part was no one was an expert, so any time anyone stood up on the board or surfed for awhile, the whole group cheered and got a little thrill out of it. The weather was mildly sunny too, which elevated the mood.
Surfing turned out to be one of those things that is fun even when you’re bad at it, which can’t be said for a lot of water activities.
After about three hours, we lugged our boards back onto the beach and set off back to the hostel. Hanna and I grabbed lunch at a little cafe down the street (which was good because after three hours of surfing I was SO HUNGRY) and then spent the rest of the day walking along the beach and exploring the town. There’s a nice little walking path that goes along the cliffs that you can access from the downtown area which is good for your free time after surfing.
We then headed back to the hostel, where they were hosting a little barbecue. Though we’d been told they were going to have the barbecue, they didn’t tell us that in order to attend it cost ten euro, which we happily paid, but the one thing that could be said about our booking was there were the little surprises (see *wine) and inconveniences that could’ve been avoided if we’d just been a little bit more informed, but that’d be my only complaint about the trip itself. The BBQ was pretty cool, with all you could eat burgers, hot dogs and salads. It was BYOB, but one of the surf instructor’s bands played, which was pretty entertaining. People started dancing towards the end (once they’d had a few drinks in them) and then the whole crew went down the street to a pub called Chasin’ Bull to continue the party.
The next morning we woke up (a little bit more sore than previously) and made our way downstairs again for breakfast. The day was so windy that we had to be shuttled to a different beach where the waves were supposedly smaller. And let me tell you, if those were the small waves, I’d hate to see the big ones. We trekked towards the rioting waves which came up all the way to the rocks and left no part of the beach untouched. I must admit, every lifeguard instinct in me was telling me not to go in the water. There was a pretty strong current going and I was (embarrassingly) clinging to the shore with my surfboard lagging behind me.
One of the instructors noticed and came over, reassuring me that, no, I was not going to die a horrible watery death like the mental images I was conjuring. With a bit more encouragement from him, I finally sloshed through the water and gave it a go, riding a admittedly small wave all the way in. With that all my fears subsided, the waves were pretty big, but the water was shallow and it was easy to jump over them if you weren’t ready.
The second day turned out to be even more fun because there was far less waiting around for the waves to come, and thus far less time to think about basking sharks (which you should definitely google because they are hideous and live in the Irish waves).
After another three hours we were driven back to the hostel where we had a few hours to pack up our stuff and grab a bite to eat. We went to a pub down the street called Maddens Bridge Bar, where we were served cold beer and the best pub fare I’ve had since being in Ireland (their chicken was delicious). When we had been thoroughly stuffed, we returned to the hostel and boarded the three hour bus back to Dublin.
So there it is, my surf weekend! I would definitely recommend TurfnSurf if you’re thinking of a weekend trip to Bundoran. Here’s some of the pictures they took to prove I actually did go in the water…
Do you see that in the distance? That’s the finish line! You’re so close to being done with all these boring processes. Run Forrest, Run!
So once your form 12A comes back, you’ll be home free and ready to make that bank appointment. In order to open an account you’ll need identification (passport is best) and proof of address. Your proof of address must be one of the following options: a utility (gas or electricity) bill in your name, your 12A or a health/motor/house insurance document. The easiest and most attainable for working holiday participants is the 12A.
Firstly, you’ll have to choose your bank, for me Permanent TSB was the best option as they have an account called an Explore Account which seemed easy to set up/most appropriate for my situation. They give you 10 cents back each time you use the card (up to 5 euro, but that’s two cans of Bulmers from Spar) which was a nice little plus. However, there are multiple other banks in Ireland that you could look into opening an account with (Bank of Ireland, AIB, Ulster Bank).
Since I work weekdays and by the time I get home the bank is closed (damn you business hours!!), I called in and made an appointment to set up an account on a Saturday. Permanent TSB has extended hours until 8pm on Thursday and limited Saturday hours at their Grafton Street branch, so make sure you call in to book one of those times if you’re unavailable during the day. If you’re free during the day, however, you can book an appointment online during regular business hours and plan it at your leisure.
When I got there I was taken to the upstairs offices where a very nice woman named Bernie took me through the steps of registering my account. She made copies of my passport and 12A and asked basic questions like where I was living, my job title/salary, how many credit cards/bank accounts I had, etc. Once all that was done and the necessary documents were signed, I made a password for my online account.
Unfortunately, your account isn’t formally open at the end of your appointment, so I wasn’t able to deposit the checks I’d had saved up that day. *Side note, in Ireland it takes five business days for checks to clear which is eternally frustrating, but it is what it is.* By the next business day (the Monday after my Saturday appointment) my account was registered and I deposited what I had into the kiosks they have in their branches.
They said that it would take about three business days for me to receive the pin for my card and then it would be up to three business days after that for me to receive my actual debit card. Which to me makes no sense because why not send them together? Or send the card first? But I have long since stopped questioning the random, long and rambling processes. My pin ended up coming on the Thursday of that next week and I was dreading having to wait all the way until Tuesday for my card, but to my surprise it came the next day (which in retrospect was bad because then I was so excited to have access to my funds I went a little bit overboard on pub charges that night…)!
Once you have your bank account set up, you’ll be ripe and ready to take on the world as a fully functional, official Working Holiday participant. You can also set up direct deposit if your job has access to that, which will eliminate the five days of waiting for checks to clear (hallelujah).
And that, my friends, is all she wrote on the multi-tiered process of getting set up. Congrats if you’ve gotten to that point, if not, hang in there! Any questions, don’t hesitate to drop me a comment (or if you just want to vent about how frustrated you are, I will be 100% willing to join you in commiseration).
So once you get your PPS number sent to you you’ll be ready to send off your form 12A. This is the second to last step in the process, which will then allow you to set up your bank account (yas).
***UPDATE: So as of 2017, the 12A has morphed into the form 12 which you can do online on your revenue.ie account. When you sign up for revenue.ie, it takes five business days for them to send you your password in the mail (assuming you don’t have an Irish drivers license, which if you do fair play to you, but the rest of us peons need to wait). Once you get your password you can set up your account fully and have access to all the revenue features online!
The form is is similar to to the W-9 if you’re from the US, essentially you’re filling out your information (where you live, how many dependents you have, whether you’re married or single, your income) to figure out how much you should be taxed and how much credit you’re owed in future.
You can find the link to the 12A pdf on the Revenue website here and I would recommend printing it out sooner rather than later and having it all filled in and ready to go so that when your PPS arrives, you can shoot down to the post office right away.
All in all it’s a pretty basic form, make sure you know your gender and marital status! But what’s important is that it will act as your formal proof of address when you’re registering for your bank account.
I sent it in on a Saturday and it came back in about two weeks, so it does take a bit of time to process (thought that makes it even better when it actually comes, I may or may not have done a celebratory dance outside the mailbox).
Side note, if you already have a job at this point, you may have notice that about half of your paychecks are being taken as emergency taxes, which are basically the work of the devil. Don’t fret however, once you get your 12A sorted, you can call into revenue and let them know you need to be taken off of emergency taxes, their number is 1890 333 425. Once you do this, your next paycheck will return all the unwarranted taxes taken from you (which will make you feel like you’re rolling in dough when you get it).
Next up is the bank account, which I’ll be posting about soon, and which I’ve just succeeded in acquiring *bring in the dancing lobsters.* More to come my friends…
So, in keeping with the informative post theme that I’ve got going on lately, I’ve decided to write a bit about the PPS appointment, which is the third to last step (don’t give up yet, move towards the light!!). Assuming that you find yourself a job, you’ll need a PPS number, which stands for personal public service number, in order to do the fun stuff like get paid (which is always the end goal) and pay taxes (not so much the end goal).
Unlike the GNIB, which is a big shit-show of people vying for appointments and spots in the line, your PPS appointment will be something scheduled and organized. In order to get an appointment though, you have to make an account on MyWelfare, which is the Irish site which deals with public services. BUT in order to access MyWelfare you have to use your account information from MyGovID, which is confusing but is pretty much the same account details.
There’s a link in the left hand corner of the MyGovID page which says “register,” which’ll lead you to the sign up process where you can input all your information. From there, you’ll see an icon on your MyWelfare dashboard which says “Appointments,” which is where you’ll need to go to reserve your spot.
I would recommend going on and making your appointment as soon as possible. I went in and did it right after the GNIB because usually there’s nothing open until the following month. You can always go in and cancel or change the date of your appointment, but getting in as early as possible means that you can sooner be paid and set up your bank account.
When the time comes for you to go to your meeting, you’ll need official proof of ID (which means get out that passport) and a document proving your employment/address in Ireland. Make sure your proof of employment document has your address on it, if you’re requesting it from your employer, make sure they have it on there. Most employers will know how to write a formal letter of employment, but there are tons of templates online that you could fill out and just send to them to fill in their details and sign.
*Also note the address of your appointment, there are two PPS offices in Dublin, one is The Intreo Centre 197-199 Parnell St in Dublin 1 and the other is D’Olier House on D’Olier St in Dublin 2. I went to the latter office, it’s between the Spar and the Ashfield Hostel.*
Once you get there you’ll check in and fill out a sheet with basic information like your name, birth date, address, etc. Then, they’ll call you up to a desk (for me it took less than 10 mins to have my name called) where they’ll ask you for a lot of the same information you filled out on the sheet. You’ll have to present your passport and proof of employment document so they can take scans. The woman who spoke with me also called my employer just to confirm I worked with them, so let your boss know when your appointment is just in case they call.
After all the documents are scanned and you’ve answered all the questions you’ll be free to go! They’ll send your PPS number along (it took me about 5 business days to get it) along with a PPS ID card, which comes a bit later.
Once you get your PPS number, however, you’ll be ready to send in your form 12A, which I’ll post about next, which is important because it is one of the few documents you can use as official proof of address in order to open your bank account.
All in all, by this point you’re probably wanting to pull your hair out, but that wouldn’t be good for all your future Facebook pictures from various scenic Irish locations. So take a deep breath, make some tea, buy and eat a whole roll of chocolate digestives and keep on going.
So here’s a majestic picture of the Cliffs of Moher to inspire you…
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