Crimea

A glorious day, crisp and cold - we abandoned everything and headed west, slightly over our 5km limit. We did the Cahergal loop,  a bracing and magnificent circuit that takes in tons of interesting things including the Crimea (more of that in a minute) an abandoned copper mine, a blow hole, a ruined terrace of miners' cottages, a pier where JG Farrell was swept to his death by a rogue wave and some truly spectacular scenery. The Crimea is a little clutch of pre famine houses, now abandoned and clinging to the cliffs. There must be about six or seven of them beneath the bracken, their cottage gardens and lazy beds still visible. Crimea? Well the story goes that close as they were there was war between the families, likened to the Crimea!  Here was the welcoming party - note the stripey legs!
Incidentally this may send shivers up Veronica's  spine, for this is where she broke her ankle and I insisted we carried on to the Crimea, and I seem to remember we visited holy well afterwards too - oh dear!

The roads hereabout are tiny, potholey with distracting views out into Bantry Bay. Luckily we met not a soul until towards the end when a van kindly pulled over to let us pass, and slipped into the ditch, almost going over! The young man inside was unperturbed and went off to find a farmer to haul him out. I was very glad that wasn't me as I was duty driver!

Apropos nothing, Himself often wakes up with a tune in his head. It really could be anything. Today we were treated to Brimful of Asha which contains the immortal (and wise) lyrics - everyone needs a bosom for a pillow. It's a good tune to wash up to.