Yes, I know it's spelled 'craic' really.

It's ridiculous that it costs more to get to Stansted than to Ireland, and takes about as long to get back from Heathrow to Finsbury Park as it does to fly from Cork. Like all the SF stories where you have to trudge your way out of planetary space before you can activate the Syntax Drive and be across the universe in no time flat. But yes, Ireland. Saw a rainbow every day - including both ends of one, and I made it to, ooh, within six feet of one end. So if only I'd taken a pole to the beach with me that day, I could have hoisted the gold! Went for a dip in the Atlantic and an accidental dip in a stream, and a frankly foolhardy ascent of a mountain (a Pap, no less) in wellies, particularly given the cairn/nipple I was clambering about on up top turns out to the the resting place of a high chief of the Tuatha de Danann. Sorry! Saw Fungie the dolphin, who did way more jumping for us than for the loser boat-trippers. Went to a proper old Irish pub where the TV showed nuns being interviewed in prime time. Will probably edit this to add loads of stuff I've forgotten. 10/10 Would Holiday Again.