Clifdon

Another slow start to the day as we were decamping and heading north into Connemara. The landscape here was more like Scotland with mountains and boglands. Our campsite was just outside Clifdon, with noone on the desk we headed back down into the town's harbour to have our lunch and a snooze. We then headed back to the campsite and got settled in. This is when the nightmare began - midgies. We have never known them so bad. Great clouds of them prevented us getting in the tent and we had to resort to a covered area to prepare our meal. We thought the town would be a safe sanctuary away from them but it was equally bad there - so the pub was the only option. In the evening we has a strategic plan for getting into the tent.