It was almost midnight when we pulled into Tipperary town and landed into Ryan's pub (known locally as Corny's) for our tenth and final pint of Day 3. It had indeed been a 'long way to Tipperary' for us (over 300 miles covered) and there was a mixed sense of extreme fatigue and muted satisfaction. The cosy bar was still serving and not to be outdone by Kerry, the Tipperary Guinness was absolutely divine. Though we would loved to have stayed, we had to keep moving.

In Cashel, we met up with Bones' great-uncle Seamus who brought us back to his house to meet his lovely wife Peggy. There wasn't much room, but they kindly made beds for us in various positions on the floor and on the sofa. As Seamus cracked open another family photo album at 02:00am for Bones' perusal, we drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the creamy pints both taken and yet to come.