Based on the advice from the Flemings White Bridge campsite, and also having some time in hand, I spent the day on the Dingle Peninsula. This is similar to the Ring of Kerry but a little more coastal – I wouldn’t prefer one over the other, they were both good in their own way.
The day started in the games room at the campsite. While using the free internet on my laptop, I noticed something moving out of the corner of my eye. It seemed odd, given that I was the only person in there. Looking up I saw a little robin on the edge of the pool table! It was very tame and flew down onto the floor near my feet.
After filling the van with water and fuel, I headed North West to the start of the Dingle peninsula. First stop was at a place called Inch. The large car park double as a base for the surf school, with a small shop nearby. Many vehicles came in and out so it was suprisingly busy for out of season.
Next stop was Dingle itself. This is a lovely little town with a small centre and away from it some brightly coloured coast side bars and restaurants. I picked one of the numerous fish and chip places, and placed my order. The sun was still out so I sat on the edge of the marina and scoffed my takeaway.
Moving on from Dingle took me to the West side of the peninsula. This is the most Westerly point on mainland Ireland and yields some spectacular views. The sea in this area is always a blue or green colour depending on the light. I stopped here to find a couple of cars with American and German tourists, and an ice cream van of all things. A cone and flake was quickly acquired (it would be rude not to).
This is another view from one of the parking areas. Absolutely stunning – as with the Lady View picture yesterday, the photo just doesn’t do justice to the place, you have to be here to take the scenery in.
Moving away from the West side to head back inland takes you through the Conor pass. This is a thin section of road, and provided me with two packs of cars coming in the opposite direction. There are not many passing places, so thankfully the single lane stretch is fairly short.
Once I got down to the lowland again, I spotted a track about half a mile long down to the beach.
Couldn’t resist driving down for a close look at the waves, but it was soft sand in front of me and nowhere to turn round. Back we go for quite a long distance. Thank goodness for the reversing camera…
After passing round Tralee I got to the campsite for the night. There are very few places open at this time of year, indeed some sites in Ireland don’t even open until June! This is the Sir Rogers at Banna and I’ve got the whole site all to myself.
