OK OK, so I changed my mind. I was really looking forward to my Irish trip, honestly: it seemed a fitting way to end my British islands odyssey, and I do love the greybrown moors of Connemara, the windswept cliffs of Moher, the poignant bleakness of the Gaeltacht. But I woke up this morning and the forecast for the Celtic fringes was rain, followed by drizzle, with showers to follow. After that widespread downpours were expected. So I thought 'fuck that', and I booked a flight to the Algarve instead. Here's a picture of my sunny destination - Tavira, hard by the Spanish border. And people say I'm capricious.
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