And it's 350kms back from Ballyferriter

We are woken by bright sunshine and Michael asks how many times during the night did we hear rain. Personally, I slept straight through but himself and Peter compare notes – men of a certain age I think.

Peter produces an impressive full Irish breakfast which sets us up nicely for the return journey.  My turn on the drive is at the start as we cruise across the Dingle peninsula and towards the M7. The weather is brilliant and the views are breathtaking.

We repeat our pit stop at the Obama services which this time is heaving with an inordinate number of unhealthy looking people leaving Peter to compare it to a hospital canteen. We can’t help wondering if there is a correlation between the food outlets in motorway services and the unhealthy people.

We arrive back at 188 to a very disappointing scene. Somehow and we don’t know how the workmen thought we’d not be back until Monday. It could have been worst; they could have been sleeping in our bed but what we were met with was all their work tools in the very spot that the beds we brought up from Ballyf were going.

We were all pretty annoyed - well not Michael obviously. I shall be sharing my view with Robert from Odyssey who is now coming first thing Monday morning to talk it through with me. I texted him a photo and shared my thoughts with him. Major black mark for not calling me up there and then to apologize.

You'll need to tune in tomorrow to find out how the conversation went and in fact who did all the talking. Peter is putting his money on me....

In the meantime I am off to make up my bed in the spare bedroom where I'll just be sleeping tonight in the company of a hand basin, toilet (sadly not connected to anything) and numerous other bathroom fittings.

Peter and Michael headed off for the airport with Michael taking back the van. First reports is that Hertz have not spotted the scrap over the wheel arch, but I feel with a bit of daylight to see it all more clearly they might just spot it.