Drinking too much Irish coffee the night before had an adverse effect on my ability to sleep for long and finally I gave up laying around in my princessy bed and got an early start on my day.
I pulled out of the hotel and headed north on the Wild Atlantic Way. It was still pretty dark and there were no other cars on the road.
There were some sheep.
And some fairy trees.
The drive was stunning with occasional wild twisty roads and incredible views.
And more sheep.
I took a random turn to drive closer to the beach and ended up at Dunmoran Strand. There were a few other people out walking on the beach but it was incredibly serene.
As I approached Sligo, I turned off to get a better view of Knocknarea and ended up at the beach in Strandhill.
My final destination was a Radisson Blu hotel in Letterkenny.
I checked in as my lack of sleep caught up to me. I ordered some room service and then collapsed on the slab of cement they called a bed!
I had every intention of going out to find the northern lights, but it was terribly overcast and I was still paying the price from all those Irish coffees the night before… Next year!