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I woke up this morning to a wee bit of fog. Then my thoughts turned to some real fog that we saw in County Clare at the Cliffs of Moher.
The approach.
Ragged cliffs reach out into the Atlantic.
Somehow we thought Big Jeb might like to be here, too.
And afterwards, a toast. Jim is a Guinness guy. . .
I was more of a Murphy’s girl.