While driving along the peninsula, we stopped at the Gallarus Oratory. Kind of an amazing structure - built perhaps as far back as the 6th century. No mortar, just one stone stacked up on another.
And forget the thing about climbing through the east window to clean your soul - only a 3 year old child would be small enough to do that. No risk there of it actually happening to an adult.
We did have a slight mishap though. As you know, Patrick and I collect a pebble or something from places where we visit and then put them in jars back home. Turns out I got a little carried away in Dingle. I think it was because I didn't have Joe around for my conscious like he was for the Taj Mahal incident.