We walked along the cliffs of Moher. These precipices have been tamed by tourism. You can't get to the edge, at least not without climbing up from the 4 foot stone-clad tourist trench and onto the grass on the verge. Anyone who does climb up to the grass gets a severe whistle blast from the park rangers.
Sorry Westley and Inigo, you may not sword-fight close to the edge. Please keep to the designated safe walkways.
There are miles and miles of limestone covered undulating fields. No use to man or beast.
A pleasant summer's day at the beach in Ireland. The locals peeled off. We rugged up. (Note the sky. I think we're losing our touch.)
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