Straight over the border and a quick nip round to the small village of Glenmore and our destination the Glen Bar. This was a fairly large place for the size of the village and seemed to be the hub of the area’s excitement. The walls were draped with club hurling legends and there was a resident dog called Buddy.

The Guinness proved to be decent so we stayed for a couple. Brian’s nap of the day, Arturius, was racing and we had all received a tip for this horse on the basis that it couldn’t be beaten. Well, that was until we cursed it by lamping money on it! A very disappointing performance left Brian the bookie broken - and that wasn’t just in monetary terms either. Nice enough spot but very tucked away and secluded.