We finally made it back to Dublin. I turned in the rental car; it was like being free of a headache. We found a B&B called Tara Hill and had a dinner date with Robby, a friend of Darla’s. He took us south of Dublin into the mountains to a town called Bray. We had dinner in a nice pub and a tour of Bray.
In the morning while waiting for our taxi to take us to the Irish ferry, we struck up a conversation with an English man. He professed to being related to Jackie Gleason. He asked Darla to send him a postcard from Utah. The only reservations that we made the whole trip through Ireland was the car rental and the first B&B in Dublin.
It took us four hours to cross the Irish Sea to Liverpool, our next adventure.
I loved the red door.
Fancy McDonalds in Bray, Ireland