This morning was another lesson in humility as arhythmia kept my pace to a literal walk for an hour or so. Gradually I recovered. That was good because I needed all my strength to cycle into the strong headwinds and spitting rain.
But my bike, Thorn, made a new friend:
When I got to Cork I checked into the hostel and went for a walk around the city. I got quite lost and wet but was helped back by several kind souls.
The old and the new:
Cool modern bridge with old architecture.