On day 3 we arose to another wonderful breakfast. We were fogged in, drizzling and scheduled to walk from the top of the Cliffs of Mhor along the coast to the Doolin pier to catch a ferry to the Aran Islands. Today we were joined by Brian's daughter, Natasha.

Christy taking in the amazing view from the Cliffs of Mhor.

We decided against the hike in the fog and went shopping in Doolin. Here is the local golf course near the pier, look at that nice level surface.

Check out these sand traps.

The Cliffs of Mhor from the golf course, just before the ferry ride.

The Cliffs of Mhor from the ferry, on our way to Inisheer.

Christy and Natasha taking spray on the ferry.

The lighthouse of Inisheer and a 1960's ship wreck. Inisheer, the smallest of the Aran Islands means the East Island.

The town and ruins on Inisheer.

The Inisheer beach. According to Brian, it was a nice day for a swim.

The first signs one sees on the pier at Inisheer, (Inis Oirr). A Ghaeltacht is an Irish Gaelic speaking community. The first language on the Islands is Irish. The other sign is the ultimate welcome.

A hand made boat, made from a light wood frame, canvas and tar.

More boats with the ruins in the background. The larger square structure is the 15th century O'Brien castle, the outer wall is 1st century Dun Fromna. The smaller structure is a signal tower dating from the Napoleonic wars. Spent beer kegs were in abundance and used for all sorts of tasks rather than crates or cinder blocks.

The mainland, (Gleninagh), from the tropical Inisheer beach.

Cnoc Raithni, a bronze age burial mound dating from 2000 BC.

Cill Ghobnait, the Church of St. Gobnait from the 9th century. St. Gobnait has a national feast day in Ireland.

Inside the church.

Our most excellent ferry, the Captain said he bought it from a Galway woman in a short red dress.

We boarded another ferry to continue on to Inishmore, (Inis Mor). While Inis Oirr means the Eastern island, Inis Mor means the bigger island, go figure. Christy had a nap on the ferry.

Natasha didn't want the photo with bubble gum all over her face.

The Connemara mountains were just visible from the ferry.

The lighthouse of Inishmore was more modern, with it's own windmill.

After landing on Inishmore and another great dinner, we hiked to the Black Fort, Dun Dubhchathair, a 2000 year old half ring on 300 foot cliffs facing the Atlantic. An opening in the cliff.

Christy and Natasha enjoying the view.

Approaching Dun Dubhcathair. The black fort is thought to be the oldest of the Aran Islands.

A cliff wall before the fort.

A field of sharp rocks standing on end or chevaux-de-frise before the main wall.

The cliff face from inside the fort.

Dwelling remains inside the wall.

The mainland visible from the fort.

We hiked back into Kilronan and a local pub for a few pints before bed. We actually caught up on some sleep, ending the day before midnight.