Balybofey, up over the mountains from Donegal and a nice long run into an average size village with traffic that would equal Glasgow during rush hour. A mix of wraps and puddings then off to our last stop, The Final Frontier hotel at Bridgend.
The Doc is holding up with his lumpy knee thanks to a concotion of drugs (not the social type).
Group hedging took place this PM so we are once again as one.
Better day today with some fantastic scenery.
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