So we holidayed in North Donegal again, where you'll find some of the most amazing scenery and some of the shittest tourist attractions. This year's low-light being the (let's face it with a name like that it's never going to be a barrel of laughs) Famine Village at Doagh Island.

The entrance sign was the first indication of the crapness within but it was not enough to prepare us for the spooky, witch-like greeter who ushered us into the gloomy hall for our obligatory wheaten bread and tea, and the long wait for the next tour to begin.
To be fair, with the bleak location and matching weather the tour guide's stories were powerful and evocative but not funny enough to engage the kids. So I was the first victim of our youngest's fidgetting.
Thankfully, there was a thatched cottage full of, largely irrelevant, junk on hand to entertain us...
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