Today was a banner day. We rustled up a family breakfast at the hostel, complete with soda bread and homemade rhubarb compote, and took off to hike the mighty westquarter loop. Our scrambles and switchbacks were rewarded with clear views, clear water, and so many sheep selfies. We picnicked our lunch on a secluded beach, tucked into some writing time, and rounded out the afternoon with an Inishbofin tradition: the cold Atlantic plunge. We’re so proud of how this group is negotiating the “demands” of island time.