Because Winter Hates Your Face.

Today we were in the Wicklow mountains. High, barren and covered in practically nothing. Blasted Heath would about cover it. The weather decided we deserved horizontal driving rain and hail so today the soil surveyor decided we should adopt the surveying technique known as "analysis from the car."

Drive along, wind down window, take picture, move on. Twas all bog anyway.

So yeah. Weather:0, TH: fifty million.

Oh and there was a film crew somewhere, all the gubbins and various signs but we didn't actually see them in reality. They could have been in a valley, though mind you - with the weather and that, they were more probably not even there at all.

Now we have posh hotel (plus wifi! yay!) and a sea view.