Belleek is just 20km from Bundoran, but it seemed an age away. It was already past 22:00, and we really were beginning to run out of time - we had to be in Omagh before midnight.

Black Cat Cove was absolutely heaving with people and the craic was mighty. A seven foot tall Danish guy was singing John Denver songs at the top of his voice to rapturous cheers from the bemused locals. He was ably backed by the ghost of Maurice Gibb on guitar and a thirty year-old cowgirl scratching a fiddle. It was absolutely brilliant to finally find a pub with some life after the depression of the last few counties and we even got a rendition of The Ring Of Fire! There were hugs and handshakes, but Boris reminded everyone that there was still one more county to hit. With our twenty minutes up, we slammed our empty glasses on the table and walked out to the Scandinavian crooning: 'I'm...leavink on a jet plane...'