A massive day and we are officially wrecked. At the end of the month I'm leading a well expedition and  thought I'd better do a recce - 11 monuments of one sort of another visited - everything from posh wells to a teeny bullaun to a neglected basin outside a massive  convent to a little container of sacred earth - yes, you rub this on you eyes apparently. We've been in St Fachtna territory, loosely roaming around Rosscarbery. Whilst there we popped into the cathedral - the smallest in Ireland and a Protestant one. It feels spacious and old and unchanged. The stained glass was looking rather lovely in the bright sunshine (gosh, it's going to be a shock when it goes). This rather extraordinary panel caught my eye. Dedicated to the rather wonderfully named  Henry Owen Dabridgecourt Becher, this young man died in action on the 13th March 1915  at Boise Grenier in Northern France. He was 25, a captain in the Cameronians (Scottish Rifles) and the son of the Dean of Rosscarbery. He is portrayed in a rather romantic depiction of a medieval knight ie the faithful warrior. Photos show him to have been very handsome.
And one for silly Saturday, pinned to the main door of the cathedral. 
There were also cosmic goings on a Bealad grotto,