Still when you arrive with a four year old all the long haired Dexter cattle, Exmoor ponies, birds, rabbits and butterflies mean squat.
Because sand + water = BEACH.
And there's a lot of beach here.
I spent a lot of time at Murlough as a kid and visited a few times on school trips but somehow I managed to forget that even if a sky high wall were to built around Ireland, it would still be windy here.
Really really windy.
Toots and I left the beach well and truly sand blasted.
But not before she insisted on playing in the ocean.
With all the bravery and determination only a four year old can muster, she psyched herself up.
With her jeans rolled up and an extra jumper added (standard beach attire in Ireland) she tentatively ventured in to the water.
This would be her back out of the water again, complaining about the fact that I really didn't make it clear enough, just how cold the water really is.
Unfortunately, I was the designated coat carrier and I left the photo taking up to the husband so they're few and far between. I do have some video though, and I'll get it up here at some stage.
We had a lovely day and Toots really enjoyed herself, playing in the water and climbing over the sand dunes.
We had an Irish picnic before heading home. For anyone who doesn't know an Irish picnic involves weighing everything down to stop it from blowing away and cooking on the ground, tucked in between the car and a hill to stop the flame on the stove from blowing out.
The husband and I sat at one of the picnic tables enjoying our lunch while Toots roughed it in the back seat of the car with her food and media player
Although in all fairness she was the only one out of the three of us with the brass neck to go in the water.