Field trip to Dunworley

Some people like to light the fire, read the paper and have a relaxing day when the weather is wild. Others head off to Dunworley, a tiny peninsula in the remotest and one of the most spectacular parts of West Cork, brave gale-force winds, hail showers , fierce sunshine, a lot of mud and considerable cattle all in the pursuit of two holy wells, a teeny castle and a signal station by this point the wind was so strong I could hardly stand up. Diarmuid who had contacted me about a well after my talk, met us at the first well and had  kindly sorted out all the permissions and introductions at the other sites and then led us off in convoy. The first well had gone in truth, collapsed when the cliff eroded, but the spring still trickled down the rocks. The main pix shows us heading down the cliff in pursuit of the second well, battling wind and curious cattle, having already bounced over two rutted fields. The well remained but was seriously churned as the cattle liked the water apparently. Conor's dog looked bemused by the excitement. Onwards and Jim took us out in his jeep across more bouncy fields to inspect the teeny castle which once guarded the entrance to a promontory fort.  The views were spectacular and the wind wild. Onwards to the signal tower where the views were spectacular, the wind wilder and the heifers very bouncy. 
Now home and wrecked, cheeks aglow. A wild Wednesday and wide indeed.