Studly Doright was tired of getting rained on, so instead of venturing out with the group last evening we opted to have dinner in our hotel’s pub, The Punchbowl Bar.
I perused the beer list and asked about a draft called Crean’s. As luck would have it the barkeep said it was brewed locally in Dingle, and she had one remaining glass with the beer’s name on it. Apparently people steal the Crean’s glasses! I promised I wouldn’t abscond with the bar ware and soon I was sipping this lovely little lager.
It’s a good thing I’m walking a bazillion miles a day or I’d be unable to wear any of the clothes I packed.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 
Have you run out of options on the black stuff?
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I don’t know! We’re changing hotels today and moving to a different county, so I might find new dark beers there. My brother sent me a text saying I need to try a Blacksmith. That’s half Smithwick’s, half Guinness.
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Well done girl x
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It looks as though you are having a wonderful time, in a wonderful place.
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I have developed a taste for Ireland. 😜
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