Myths

By the time we reached our B&B we were freezing, and we both moaned from pleasure as the warm air in the hall hit us. I rubbed my hands together, trying to thaw them up when Mrs O’Donnell came through a door, carrying a stack of towels.

“Oh, you poor things, you must be dead cold. Let me put this away and I have just the thing that’ll warm you up before bed.” She huffed to a cabinet and put the towels in before she turned to the reception desk and fumbled behind it. There she pulled out a small whiskey flask along two glasses. “Here, you take a seat in front of the fire and nurture your souls on this, it was my husband’s favourite.” She ushered us to the salon, and we sat down in a very comfortable sofa. The room was quite big, but warm and welcoming. She sat the bottle of Tyrconnell Whiskey in front of us and told us to drink and be happy.