N 52.97824°, W 09.42629°
The camp was a cracker and the first hour of the day was spent idly watching waders and geese on the banks of the Shannon.
A ferry across the (genuinely mighty) Shannon cut out a long drive and quickly saw us into Co. Clare. A pleasant potter over quiet back roads meant that by lunch we'd hit our first port of call for today, the cliffs of Moher. This is billed as the most visited attraction in Ireland and that claim, I unreservedly confirm, is entirely justified.
The cliffs themselves are spectacular and are thronged with bird life, mainly fulmar and guillemot. The vistas out over Atlantic are splendid and it would be easy to spend a couple of hours drinking it in: but for the crowds.
It really is a tourist Mecca and of the thousands milling about, the majority were from continental Europe. We heard Spanish, Italian, German, Polish, Flemish and French with only very casual ears. The visitor centre is sympathetically built into a hillside but the tat from the associated business outlets just spills out everywhere. There are even buskers banging out jigs on penny whistles; really! Check out the city of coaches in the coach park. The car park is even more of a blight. The attraction must be very lucrative at €6 Euros per head, and they must make a mint besides in tat sales.
Another cracking natural beauty down the capitalist pan.
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