Ireland 1997

Ah, Glengariff, Ireland. The sun shone, the house was fantastic, the locals danced and sang with us and all was well with the world.

Well, apart from Susie who burnt her leg on Chris’s motorbike (yes he did have one) and got lost on the way.

When we weren’t playing golf on our local course, pool in our very own pool room, canoeing or simply sitting in the sun, we were dancing and having fun with the locals, or at least that’s what we thought. They just wanted us to go home.

We even managed to go our on a cruise, where Fiona took to the lifestyle as a natural. And for those looking closely, she is actually holding a pencil in her hand to record all her thoughts. Or maybe it’s a cigarette (can I hear Alan coughing in the background?).