They say 'time waits for no man' and 'there’s many a road with a winding turn' which aptly summed up our venture to Kerry. After getting slightly lost on the way (see CORK), we managed to make it to stop 19 after a gruelling two and a half hours without a drink – to say we were dry was an understatement. The arrival at Duagh a tiny village just at the Border was welcome indeed.

The Elm was like a TV advert for Caffreys or a throw-back to one of those old-time, Irish country bars stereotyped to the hilt. We thought we’d have a stout and boy, did we have one! As we supped an excellent pint, and possibly the best on our entire journey, a cheer went up for the one man in the town that hadn’t backed Beef or Salmon the previous day. Rumours that he was possibly the village bookie also surfaced with the big, red, cheery head on him. With time rolling on and a futher 30 odd plays of Johnny Cash's 'Jackson' awaiting us in the car, we pressed on towards Limerick city.