Finally after weeks of waiting we had breakfast at Blackrock this morning.
Blackrock is a shack on the beach front, a windy potholed dirt road is the way in and it's surrounded by farmland.
Breakfast is served 3 Sundays a month and they close for winter.
Eggs Benedict was worth the wait.
Pink Fizz, yum.
The best was having pudding on a Sunday morning.
Toffeed quince and chocolate pear, Pat the Christmas Bear has just returned from Germany and he loved the desserts.