Yeah no nope. As far as I ever experienced, all the wind came off the ocean, but I wouldn’t risk it in the off chance the wind swung around. I’d be screwed. (Disclaimer I was only there 3 days before moving on south, during the tail end of what was left Hurricane Oscar, my experience is limited, admittedly)

I made some other tourists laugh because I held onto my mom’s coat while she was wondering on the Dangerous Death Cliff Side of the little slate fence thing. She said “I’m FINE, let go” and I, in my panic, said “well, you’re the only one that knows how to drive standard!”

I did climb over on the danger side on some of the wider parts, took a selfie with my mom and brother and then scooted right back over.

Jeeeeeesus, no, no I do not want to see them in person.

Cliffs of Moher was bad enough for me. Noooope.

And on the Dingle peninsula in Ireland, I believe?

Ah yes, red dye and clover! (I don’t get it)

“Wow, that’s really coo—wait a minute!”