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Just back from an action packed two days in North Cork. Fortunately it wasn't quite as hot as it's been today for even the most enthusiastic well hunter might have wilted.
We stayed in a large Georgian house, the front bit given over entirely to guests but we saw no one else which was a bit odd. We were mainly in pursuit of holy trees (which accompany holy wells) and I suspected they were none to be seen but I had to check it out. Quite correct. The three trees have succumbed sadly. Fascinating though - two were connected with  St Cranat who was so beautiful but did not want to marry. Pursued by an amorous prince she plucked out her eye to deface her beauty and where the eye landed a tree and a well sprung up! The tree was colossal , said to be inflammable and its twigs were said to prevent drowning so were taken by emigrants to protect them on their journey.It was was literally shredded by over enthusiastic pilgrims.  St Cranat popped her eye back in again by the way, but its imprint was seen on one of the bark and it never went mossy. The other tree were looking for was in the village of Ballyhooly (!) and St Patrick had been asked for a miracle before a non-believer converted. He obliged and caused an ash tree to produce apple blossom hence the name of the village - baile hulla - village of the apples. Other wells were investigated as were many adjoining churchyards. In fact we ate our supper in one for there was absolutely nothing open, not even a chipper, so we bought some tomatoes, feta, rolls etc and went to St Mologa's churchyard- good church, neglected but interesting well. We had a moment of hesitancy as we noticed a freshly dug space and had visions of becoming trapped in the funeral party whilst scoffing our coleslaw. Back blips will ensue when I have a moment.
It's been so hot today - 28C! Two swims taken and I just had to wait whilst my favourite swimming spot was vacated - so many visitors. The local pub is absolutely packed, well the garden is.