Pubs of Ireland

We have hundreds of photos of crumbling castles, quaint cottages and stunningly beautiful coastline but it would make very boring reading on the blog.
Each night though we have tried to find a new Irish pub. In Derry we stumbled into a very old pub which was obviously a stronghold for IRA supporters. The walls were covered in banners from the marches and the young lads we spoke to were Belfast lads with extremely broad northern accents. They were heading up the road to another pub that had an IRA band playing. We decided talking football might be safer than politics.
I have tried the black brew (once)... and we couldn't resist the photo with Paul's very own pub.
Paul thinks I have become a bit obsessed with peat. It really is fantastic stuff. We did a really interesting bog train ride to see how they harvest it to fire their power stations. Hand cut peat is a very common sight in the country.