“Damn you Dingle.”

I’ve become pretty accustom to muttering this sentence as I chug out of Dingle town, usually late on a Sunday evening, with a dull thud in my head, a sizable hole in my wallet, and a thousand new memories to leaf through on the journey home.

Floating through the town #colours

dingle town county kerry

There’s something special about Dingle town.

What it is, I’ve no idea – all I do know, is that it keeps reeling me back in, time and time again.

Murphy’s Ice Cream #AllTheCalories

Maybe it’s the proximity to some of Ireland’s most soul-hugging scenery, or the fact that the town is buckling with a tonne of great restaurants and bars that buzz away long into the night.

Inside Dick Macs

dic macs in dingle

Who knows.

A pint of cream

pint in dick macs dingle

The one thing I do know, is that every 4 or 5 months, I’ll be pointing the car in the direction of deepest, darkest Kerry, and embarking upon the 10 hour round journey all over again.

Uncharacteristically Empty Streets

dingle town at night

Been to Dingle and fallen in love with the place? Let me know in the comments below… so I know I’m not some over-obsessed odd-ball…

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