The Cliffs of Moher
Sep 29th, 2007 | By Bock | Category: PicturesCome on, said the Nut. Let’s go to the Cliffs of Moher.
I’ve seen the Cliffs of Moher, I said.
Oh, you have? said the Nut. Really? From the top?
Yes.
How about from the bottom?
You got me there.
Right, said the Nut. We’ll head off in the morning.
And we did. By one o’clock we were in Doolin, and by half past we were out on the broad Atlantic. (The broad, flat-calm Atlantic mill-pond, actually, thanks to a big High-Pressure hanging over Ireland at the moment, and helped by an easterly off-shore wind ).
What you’re looking at here is the edge of Europe. Head west and all you’re looking at is three thousand miles of ocean.
If you happen to bump into something, that’ll be America.
This is Hag’s Head:
They’re high. That little thing on the top is a castle.
Oh, and the Nut caught about a hundred mackerel!
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Nice shots. Oh you’ll have to try that mountain biking along the edge thing next time.
cracking shots
nuthing like a boat ride to clear the head! 
Nor a bit of mackerel to settle the stomach.Great stuff lads.
Dead cliffy. It looks like a great day out apart from the mackerel – evil, smelly things. Cracking shot of them though, and the rest.
Oh me likes the mackerel… caught a few in those parts meself, oncet upon a time.
And Hag’s Head is just the best, rough meadows, the cleanest air in Ireland, and not a soul to bother you.
Ah blast it Bock, you’re telling everyone. Next time we go there it’ll be mobbed by your fans. All the vasindoolins will be saying ” I vas in Doolin und met Bock der Robber”. Clare County Council will have a luadair out in a gunboat collecting eight Euros a mackerel for anybody caught glancing at the cliffs. Sigh…
Bolted Nut
guten tag bock vat vunderfull pictoors, pity aboot zshite on z top, zat kust so much of z euros, with z price of z parking zay (z council) vant to pay it all of in z one year