16/9/18 day no 10. The Connemara Clown

Clifden campsite served us well, its had all we needed and we got the van all cleaned, the loo and rubbish all emptied and fresh water on board. We played for a wee while with the frisbee and football.
I decided to go up and get my beard under control again and by the time I came back down Callum was in the bad books again, yesterday's behaviour had reappeared and poor Joyce was exasperated and not at all happy !! Not a good start to the day. I am not sure what is the matter with him, he is highly intelligent, and has a great memory for things that happened months ago....however his short term memory is abysmal, lol.  When told to stop doing something, or quit the backchat it seems to go in, rattle around a few times and get completely lost in that head of his.......For some reason last night he took an age to go to sleep, he went to bed at normal time but lay in the top bunk like Mr Macfidget.....messing around with this or that and chatting to himself, he was still awake after 11pm. So he was probably short on sleep.....today's blog title was named after Callum today-very tongue in cheek of course, we do realise he is only 4.
In view of his behaviour we decided that today, we would get out for a proper walk as the sun was trying to come out, and hopefully tire him out a bit. We headed to an interesting place called Derrigimlagh where 2 very important historical events happened. Firstly in about 1910 Guglielmo Marconi built the first ever transatlantic radio station, it was a massive and heavily guarded site with a monster steam (peat fuelled) generator which could generate upwards of 100,000 volts of electricity, this was what was required back in those days to get a simple Morse code message across the Atlantic.
Secondly, in 1919 John Alcock and Arthur Whitten Brown accidentally crash landed their plane here after having made the first successful flight across the Atlantic, they had intended to reach Galway, but fog and cloud saw then land here in error, fortunately in the soft blanket bog. The nose of their plane dug in and came to a halt but both men survived and went down in history.
Its incredible to think how aeroplane travel, and also telecommunications have progressed in the 100 years or so since both these events took place. There are interpretation boards all around the site and the boys enjoyed running around winding the pretend generator handles and listening to the voices and sounds that explain what happened here in the past. Picnic scoffed and back to the van we pointed Bessie in the direction of Galway. We followed the coastal route, which is very long and winding, but very scenic. We deliberated about a free camping spot at Spiddal Pier, it was nice, and there pubs and restaurants close by but it was also very busy, so after a false start aimed for a campsite in Galway. We settled for fish a chips from Bearna, so a quick and easy tea it was tonight.
The was no iPad film for Mr MacPest this evening, that's a luxury he has to earn and both boys were bedded earlier than they have been and have both fallen asleep straight away. Let's hope a good sleep helps Callum's listening capability.
I cannot get an early night, as last nights blog got lost, as it hadn't saved properly and had to be rewritten and I have now just finished this one too. Tomorrow is another day, what will we get up to on the middle day of the trip?