There was no shortage of castles or coastline in North Ireland. And we were lucky enough to get some completely unexpected sunshine - and even a rainbow. When we saw it, I tried to swerve the car over to follow it but B thought I was trying to drive on the right side and kept firmly in heart-attack lane left. Plus apparently no one told the Frenchman about Leprechauns.
Dude, why else would you go to Ireland if you don't drink whiskey? Hello Pot of Gold!