The sun was splitting the stones as we pulled into Lanesborough's sleepy main street and Clarke's was the target for pint number three of the final day.

It was only lunchtime and with good progress having been made, there was an air of relaxation amongst the crew - probably for the first time since the trip began. The darts and pool was good craic once the bar girl found the light switch for the back room. The democratic decision to order another round did not please Boris, who knew that Roscommon would be a lengthy stop. Although we were on the home straight, there were still many miles to cover.

After spending an hour here, we got back on the bumpy road north.