As the night rapidly descended upon us we reached our final destination for Day 2, Edenderry, which was chosen because of Brian’s family connections. Armed with his supposed 'extensive knowledge' of the area it only took us 40 minutes to find his cousins' house where we were to be put up for the night. Amazingly there was going to be a bed for all of us - albeit sharing, but then when you’re bunched up in a vehicle all day why break the habit of a weekend?

Finbar Cullen himself, former captain of Offaly's senior football team, greeted us warmly in the pub. Brian’s grandad 'Darkie' - the local legend who reputedly dug the Edenderry canal with his arms from St James Gate in Dublin and made it flow with Guinness until health and safety shut it down - was also there to welcome us with open arms and jars of black. Top marks go to Cullens for craic - the people were great, stout was solid and the darts in the front bar made you feel like you’d been drinking there for years.

Boris mysteriously disappeared for most of the night. He later claimed to have both visited a pub called Byrnes' (where the music was supposedly better and the Guinness tastier than Cullen's) and seen a ghost. We think he fell asleep in the chippy and dreamt it all.