Another favorite haunt

I'm nothing if not a creature of habit, so Candee knew it wouldn't be long before I suggested a trip out toward Achill Island.  It's about a forty-five minute ride west of  Westport - on the northside of Clew Bay.  It has beautiful beaches and one of my favorite cafes - The Beehive.  And it was the perfect day for it.  I had already been to Westport GC, teeing off this morning at 6:00 a.m. for a quick solitary nine holes - finished by 8, and eating a fine "fry-up" provided by Candee upon arrival home - a couple of fried eggs, some buttered toasted brown bread, and a few cups of hearty coffee.  Ain't it grand...

It had been just a lovely morning at the course - a fresh breeze, fragrant and varied flora, a light dew on the ground, and finally, a bit of a reliable swing.  No sideways or topped shots and a bit more balance on the follow-through than is normal for me.  Golf is a cruel and fickle mistress.

We had a lovely lunch at The Beehive - both having the pressed goats cheese (yes, "goats" cheese here) panini, filled with grilled red peppers and basil pesto.  It was accompanied by a fresh green salad - thinly sliced marinated beets and cucumber covering an arugula and spring mix salad with a garnish of fresh mint, kiwi, pomegranate, and mandarin orange.  Yeah, pretty good, huh?  I would've gone right for my favorite Irish treat - The Beehive's super tart mixed berry crumble with warm custard sauce, but Candee suggested we might more righteously deserve this treat if we took a vigorous constitutional on the beach first, and returned for the dessert and a cappuccino later.  I was dragged from the establishment and we headed to the lovely and pristine Keel Beach.  And yes, back to The Beehive afterward.

Cmon!  She made me walk all the way to those cliffs.