Moving south, tired of piles of stones and mounds of earth, we skirt Dublin on the M50, wondering if the electronic tolls apply to us.
A lovely sunny day, and the sun low in the sky as we wind our way towards the Sully Gap. It’s meant to be bleak up here, and they aren’t wrong. It’s like a hillier version of Dartmoor with the interesting bits removed. But the views are pretty special all the same, enhanced by mist and the sun filtered by whispy cloud.