(Another) Grand Day out

Today we have been in Kerry with our partners in crime, Robert and Finola, for I have been neglecting the wells here, seduced by Limerick.  What a fantastic day we had! First we stopped in Kenmare, just over the border, for a coffee and croissant in the French patisserie - real French patisserie made by real French people. Then we all fell into Fat Face and I purchased.  Speedily we headed off towards Kilgarvan  - first stop Ardtully Castle , just because (remember this Arachne??). What an incredible confection in the most beautiful site. Bags the turret(s). Astonishing.
Then we hit  St Peter & St Paul's holy wells  nearby- in dense woodland, a riot of wildflowers, complete with life size Calvary. The first time I went I was on my own, and the hairs literally leapt up on the back of my neck!
Then on to Loo Bridge for the real object of the visit - a highly obscure well on the edge of a mountain. We parked and and pondered the mountain, yes, looking pretty obscure. A man was mowing the edge of the road, I went over to see if he knew of a holy well. He did but he pointed to another chap further down the road, also mowing, and said he would know more. I hurtle off to speak to him and what a delight he was, full of information and clear directions - head for double gates, walk over the big field, enter through the little gate (remember to close due to sheep) and the well should be in front of you. We followed instructions and arrived in another mossy wooded copse, water everywhere - and there was the well. The most wonderful thing about this well is the story: apparently St Finbarr was making his way home to Gougane Barra across the (enormous) mountain when he stopped for a rest at this well. When he arrived in Gougane, about 20km away, he noticed he had forgotten his spectacles!  So easily done. He called to the gang of saints who made a human chain from Gougane back to Loo Bridge to retrieve said specs. The said specs were so holy they had left an imprint on the rock - visible to this day - they look like pince nez to me!
We drove home along the smallest, windiest most scenic route possible.
Yup, now wrecked. 
And happy Earth Day, it was looking good this end in spite of everything.