Today after breakfast we may take a tour of Ireland’s stony place – The Burren, where you can find villages abandoned since famine times and green roads on which you can walk for miles without ever seeing a car. This is not the green Ireland of postcards. But there are wildflowers in Spring, giving the 560-sq-km Burren brilliant, if ephemeral, color amid its radiant beauty. Continuing to the Cliffs of Moher which are stupefying, impressive and staggeringly beautiful. The entirely vertical cliffs rise to a height of 203m, their edge falling away abruptly into a ceaselessly churning Atlantic. A progression of vast heads, the dark limestone marches in a rigid formation that’s gob-smacking, no matter how many times you look at it. On a clear day you’ll channel Barbra Streisand as you can see forever; the Aran Islands stand etched on the waters of Galway Bay, and beyond lie the hills of Connemara. As you leave the cliffs you’ll travel through the little village of Liscannor and just across the bay, you’ll see the beautiful seaside village and golfers’ mecca, Lahinch. Overnight at the Imperial Hotel