A green jewel

The sun has gone and warm humid misty drizzle has replaced it. I seem to have been hurtling around to day but not achieved much. First in to Bantry to find manuka honey for himself who has a raging throat, then to Lisa's to give her some arnica plants, admired in the garden yesterday. I took the back way home where the roads are really tiny. I just love this vivid emerald green sweep and curve of this little field - that's a little hillfort on the top. We live in a place where each field still has a name and someone who remembers it. I don't know what this field is called but here are some local examples:
pairc na sceiche - field of the bush
pairc an leasa - field of the fort
pairc an ti - field of the house
pairc na cloiche - field of the stone
paircin caol - little narrow field

Do listen to this beautiful song gortatagortby local song writer John Spillane about his mother's farm near Bantry. I especially love this version by Irish legend Christy Moore. There are strange links all round as Christy has a summer house in the village and on occasion will do a session in one of the pubs. I have been lucky enough to see him in action and it is extraordinary. He looks like a rather elderly, not very fit farmer but when he opens his mouth something amazing happens! He has massive charisma and presence and a gorgeous mellow voice and gives a blistering session!