After stocking up at the Midleton farmers market, we headed around Cork (saving that for another time) and down the coast to Kinsale. Our guidebook pointed us here for two reasons – the start of the Wild Atlantic Way, and top fish restaurants.
The Wild Atlantic Way is a 1,500 mile road route that takes you from the south of Ireland to the north via the west coast. We aren’t likely to have time to do it all, but we are using it for inspiration.
Kinsale is typically charming, and obviously a bit of a magnet for tourists. There were plenty of American, French and Australian accents to be heard as we pottered through the shops and art galleries.
Given that it was lunch time, we headed to the Fishy Fishy Restaurant to see what was on offer. It all looked rather yummy and as we perused the outside menu, a couple of corpulent Americans exited, and made very appreciative remarks in our direction, so in we hopped. We had Hake and Brill and lovely crispy potatoes, washed down with a glass of wine and rounded off with Panacotta and Creme BrÃ»lÃ©e. Can neither afford to do that everyday, nor will the waistline accommodate it, but when I’m Rome…
Continuing our plan for quick progress west, we headed out past Skibbereen and onto the Mizen Peninsula to find a wild camping spot for the night. We found a lovely quiet car park next to the road, host to an Iron Age burial chamber that has a lovely view out across Toormoor Bay almost directly into the setting sun.
No entertainment nearby, I feel like I’m missing out on the lovely Guinness or Murphy’s, but can’t complain after a slap up lunch. So we had a little simple meal made from some of the farmers market produce, salad, sourdough and goats cheese.
A perfect end to the day.