We stopped at a pottery shop outside of Clifden. After looking at the various bowls, vases, and cups for what seemed like hours I headed back out to the car. As I was digging out my MP3 player I heard the car make a scraping sound, which is quite unusual considering it was in park. The brother-in-law of the pottery shop owner had neatly smacked his large lawn care van into our rear bumper. As it was only a few scratches we exchanged names and numbers and were on our way.

The offender

A few scratches