Magical mystery tour on Connemara Bus
And, in some magical fashion, its route home from the busy pubs of Spiddal, on a bank holiday night, takes it rattling down the Raglan Road and even along the edge of the green fields of France, past the lonesome enough grave of Willie McBride. Yes, once again, I bring ye the species of pure truth that you will not encounter elsewhere.
Dammit, I am delighted to say that I fulfilled a lifelong ambition, last weekend, by riding home in the Connemara Bus.





