After yesterday’s tortuous 122 hard fought kilometres, what I badly, badly needed today was a break. Thankfully we got it. Mostly good weather, slow pace, relatively mild hills (relative to yesterday). The only large one was nasty, but on the flip side it provided a thoroughly deserved fast descent.
John, a local fella, was telling Anne-Marie and I that they weren’t called hills, just “slanty bits”. Apparently if a Kerryman calls it a hill it’s time to start worrying.
Into Killarney and again feeling 14 days might – just might – be within the realms of possibility. We’ll see.
And here he is – hogging the camera as usual – suck in that belly, Jim!