We thought we would start our day in Dingle with a short local walk. We saw a small tower short way down the coast, and our B&B host recommended it as good destination for a pleasant walk and also noted there was a lighthouse a little further along. The route didn’t show up in any guidebooks or lists of local hiking trails, so we asked at the tourist office and they gave us directions and said it might take an hour. Well, we took the path and it was lovely but… the trail didn’t stop at the lighthouse – so neither did we! A scenic cliff walk beckoned so we grabbed it with both feet, so to speak, for the next three hours. What an unexpected treat! From the next headland we were afforded commanding views up and down the coast, including (finally) a good shot of Dingle town in a single frame.

On the way back, we stopped at the beach below the village of Beenbawn where we had seen a few brave souls swimming earlier. You couldn’t have paid Susannah to go in the water (60 degrees and windy!?) but the lovely building sand beckoned to Nick, who happily dug in.

On the path, we were kept company by a number of four-footed companions – we are in Ireland after all! In fact, the trail went through their fields, so we often had to cross over stiles – and also watch underfoot!

Back in town, we spent the afternoon exploring Dingle’s many shops and dining al fresco. Dinner was take-away from a fish-and-chips joint with about a decade’s worth of “Best of Ireland” awards displayed on its front wall – the hake was indeed delicious! We didn’t linger over the meal because we had tickets to a concert of Irish music held in a local church. Rather than one group, the evening featured performances by several artists. Our favorites were the harp and the uilleann pipes.