Sometimes too much information is well, too much. I had been following the weather forecast for the last few weeks and two words came up each time I looked:

Cold and Rain.

Each day’s forecast was for rain, with Wednesday being the worst. So the plan was to rest and relax that day, until it was time to leave for Rostrevor.

We had spotted what we thought was an Abby ruin from the window in our room, and decided to go check it out before breakfast. It’s not that we wanted to wait to have a late breakfast; it was more out of necessity.

The breakfast place we wanted to try in Donegal didn’t open until 9am.

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