Beara Adventure 5, coming home

Well, what a strange and unexpected week.As you might remember, we were going to Spain! We drove to the airport last Friday to take son#1 home and to stay overnight as we had an early flight next morning. By the evening I had a massive headache and was feeling dizzy and by the morning was feeling awful. I am a terrible flyer anyway and the prospect of meltdown on a 3 hour flight was not good. Himself advised againt it. We came home and I felt miserable and grumpy and pathetic but slightly better.
The next day the sun shone, the headache was more bearable, we were more philosphical and decided to have a day out. We drove around the bottom of the Beara, the peninsula next to us and we fell in love. We came home and booked several days in a B&B in Allihies and returned. It was blissful! The sun shone for four consecutive days - the first time since March and we got sunburt legs. We did some enormous and spectacular walks: trampled along wild and remote coasts with just the choughs and gannets for company; climbed up heather strewn rocks to look at old mines and signal towers; squelched through bogs to track down remote stone circles; wandered along old green roads trampling wild camomile underfoot. And there was a huge and deserted beach and I swam each day - perishing but fantastic once in. It really couldn't have been better in the end.
We came home along the north of the peninsula - as you climb up a tortuous and zigzagy road the views are sublime.
Some backblips:
Ballydonegan Strand
Dursey Cable car
Allihies
Watcher on the shore