Butter Road

Himself had to go into Ballydehob for an appointment. I hitched a ride and decided to walk the old Butter Route from Ballydehob to Schull, a 10km meander. The sun was shining, my sandals had dried out from the blipmeet on Bere Island, I had cheese and apples - I sallied forth. This is lovely route - once used to take butter (on donkeys) all the way to Cork where it was sold at the wondrously named Firkin Crane - a firkin as you will know is a small barrel containing around 9 gallons or 34 litre!

First you go along small roads, the estuary on your left, then up into the hills with glimspes of the sea beyond.  As I was approaching the start of the proper butter route, a tiny greenway, five cars passed me - so far all I'd seen was a man on a tractor. I squeezed into the hedge then to my alarm saw they were full of walkers and they were doing my walk! How dare they! I lingered in a field and ate my lunch, letting them get ahead.
That worked. A lovely meander amongst all this greeness. I met an old man with the bluest eyes, we agreed it was a grand day, a fine day for walking. I climbed some rickety stone steps to peek into a ruined house, sneaked into an old barn to look at some ancient tractors and jumped (carefully) on stepping stones to cross a proper ford. The peacock butterflies were out too.
Arriving in Schull I needed a huge ice cream and tried a pink Magnum (this info is for Lady Marchmont who is partial to a Magnum)  - not really recommended, even the chocoolate was pink, though I do like the expresso flavoured one.
I rendezvoused with Himself and we had a quick chat up with TJ. Schull was heaving. We admired some huge etchings in the Blue House Gallery and on returning home I was straight out again for a swim. No jellies, clear cold water - heavenly.

Still trying to sort out my new Blip regime. I feel terrible if people comment and I don't so the new idea is to turn off comments during the week and put them on again at the weekend. Might work. Bear with me.