...in West Cork. A place no one should ever go when the weather is bad in September. There were a couple of reasonable days, but then the weather got grimmer and grimmer until the fog completely obscured Cork and we were forced to attempt to visit the less weather-dependent sights, most of which we found closed when we got there.

I did manage to keep a daily diary, which was good - some excerpts of which are below.

High and low-lights included...

...the lovely tiny stone cottage we stayed in, where you could hear the sea from...

...plentiful rain...

...the Tragumna Threshing Festival, including an auction for half a pig. The pig was still alive at the Festival...

...the hilarious buttons in what I called the blame room in the Mizen Head Fog Signal Station...

...a Clonakilty Black Pudding burger for the amazing K...

...days of foggy grimness...

...nice eating from the Woodcock Smokery and local cheeses...

But most of all, my advice to anyone planning to go to Cork in September would be to avoid any bad weather, as the rest of Cork is basically Dunta (that's closed in Irish for you non-Irish speaking folk) from September on.

Better luck next time...