Woke up – spirits damp as the weather was wet and windy, but everything changed with crispy bacon and microwaved scrambled eggs. We set off for the South Pole. Fresh in the minds of Chris and Patrick were the men in the Stretford End Bar and John the Barman. We’d had some mighty craic – well worth a visit if you’re down that way. As always we were behind Rosie, wind in our faces, rain in our socks – heading to the South Pole bar in Anascaul. Sadly, not open until mid-day. Head for a cuppa in a restaurant – but not again nothing open. [Finally, tongues hanging out with thirst] they found a pub run by James and his wife – lovely Kerry folk in their 80s. Tea and gingernuts arrive and then Martina pulls in – what a stalwart on this journey. Rain stops, wind on our backs and off at pace toward Tralee.
We stopped off at the windmill at Blennerville, but 6€ to get in! Had a quick lunch then off to Listowel. The pace was fast and weather picking up as well. Lynch’s cafe and bakery – took a hot choc – Rosie had two! Lovely town but no time to hang about.
Rosie’s on the charge as we’re off to catch the ferry. Great cycle, see stoats enroute. Then short ferry journey and then straight into a headwind for the next 8 miles. Worth it in the end for Martina’s Chilli Con Carne and a good rest in Kate O’Connor’s hotel.
Day two ends wtih a session in O’Grotty’s pub where Aine (Patrick’s friend joins us. Have you ever heard 3 Frenchmen snoring in your ear all night? Ask Chris.

Ed: this was scribbled on the back of an envelope (or something) by Chris and Martina bravely attempted to read it to me over the phone. Please excuse the ropey editing, but the guys have no access to computers (or twitter, for that matter!).