Ireland looked over at you in your thin jacket and sighed. "You really should have worn a thicker jacket, it's really windy up here. You're going to freeze." He took off his jacket and handed it to you. "Now put it on, I'll be fine."
You wanted to protest, but you were already cold, and you knew the higher up the cliff you got, the colder you would get. You accepted the jacket, quickly putting it on. "Thank you, I should have listened to you when you said it be cold. How much longer until we reach the top?" You took his gloved hand in yours.
"Not very far. If this fog would let up a bit I'd be able to tell a little bit better. But it's hard to tell how far we've gone when you can't see ten feet in front of you." Ireland led you meticulously around a very thin ledge, holding your hand tightly in his. You didn't notice, probably because of the fog, but you were actually heading upwards at a pretty steep incline. Finally the fog thinned out enough for you to see, then completely vanished. "That's much better, and, I think, we've made it to the top." A wide smile spread across his face.
You looked around. Honestly, you didn't see anything amazing, there were some old stone walls that were pretty cool, but nothing really worth all the walking you'd done. "So, is this what you wanted me to see then?"
Ireland laughed. "No, not quite. Just a little bit farther." He smiled brightly at you and led you through a grassy field, to the edge of the cliff. "This is what I wanted to show you, welcome to The Cliffs of Moher." He grabbed your hand and looked out over the shimmering ocean with you. Each bright beam of the sun turned the the water a different shade of liquid crystal. Everything around you was so green, despite the cold. No matter which direction you looked there was something of interest. Whether it be old towers that were missing their castles, pathways that led nowhere or the ancient walls that seemed placed at random.
Suddenly, something special caught your eye. "Ireland, is that a castle?" You pointed far into the distance to an old stone building.
He looked over to where you were pointing. "Why yes, yes it is lass."
"Can we go see it? I've never been in a castle before." You tugged at his shirt, as you did, you noticed he was shivering.
"I hate to say no, but I'm freezing my nubs off out here. I promise I'll bring you back to the castle, but you have to wear more clothes next time okay?" Ireland rubbed his arms in an attempt to warm himself.
You nodded. "Okay."
"Good, now let's head down. I say we ride down this time, I'm to cold to walk anymore." Ireland led you towards a sky ride that would take you back to the bottom of the cliff.
Your eyes widened. "There was a sky ride this whole time? So why did we do all that walking?"
"Well yeah, there is. If we took that you would have seen everything right away. I wanted all your anticipation to build up and really make things worth it. Besides," He kissed your cold, pink cheek. "Plus climbing gave me more time to spend with you."