Portals

There is definitely something in the air, the portals are open and it's the third day of eccentric well hunting in West Cork. Vincent, from Castlehaven Historical Society, had been impressed by my recent article in the Skib Historical Journal and contacted me with information about two wells I hadn't been able to find. He offered to take me. How could I refuse. On a glorious afternoon we met in Lidl car park in Skibbereen and leapt into his squashed blackberry coloured Yeti and hit the very tiny roads around Toe Head.  Himself decided to risk it and come too, we'd left Will on top of Seefin Mountain and he was walking home - a long route!  
This is a remote part of West Cork but so spectacular and it was looking at  its very best today. At some point Adrian, another expert on local history joined us, and Celine from the swim yesterday. I told you Conor knew what was going on today! The first well was approached through fields then down a steep fuchsia strewn gully thoughtfully sort of cleared by Vincent a few days earlier.  Dedicated to St Bartholomew, the water was cold and clear and full of fuchsia - good for sore eyes. En route to the next well we wandered along spectacular cliffs to admire the EIRE sign - 84 of these were put up during WWII supposedly to let the Germans know they were flying over Ireland which was neutral. The next well was traversed up a stream, dense with wildflowers  - and nettles, my ankles are wrecked. The well itself was a little underwhelming but was supposedly guarded by two white cats and it was considered unlucky to clear around it so we didn't. On the way back we encountered cows on their way to be milked -one of the dogs only had three legs!  
What a fantastic day and so much knowledge and information shared. Sometimes the portals open and you just have to go in and avail of it all.