South Amagh

The day was paler than yesterday and by the time we got to Milltown the sky had clouded over.  The tops of Slieve Gullion and Camlough were visisble when we set off, but it didn't last long.  Eileen McGuinness is 78 but by jaysus she can climb a mountain fast, talking all the while.  She left us at the view point, from which you can see the clearer sky off the Irish sea and the plunge of the Mournes.    
Google Earth indicated that there was a little road that would take us down to and along Camlough loch and back to the road  to Milltown.  
The road back up to Milltown proved a problem.  It was two-laned but narrow and busy.  We climbed over gates to get out of the sway and climbed through fields, above the bogs to the higher scrub land, we climbed trees in order to get over barbed fences.  We circumnavigated ruined cottages  and staggered past baffled sheep.  Gabby insisted on playing Dirty Old Town on his harmonica to stop them from chasing us.  We had a volcanic moment when I told him that sheep weren't sodding bulls and would he shut up. He told me that the bogs were all my fault, that Liam McDonnegal being extradited to Lithuania was my fault (wait, what? who?), that the Troubles were my fault, that the fall of man was my fault etc.   I told him to go where the sun don't shine and a jumped off a fence into knee deep bog water.  He said 'you see?' 
We made up over a handful of bitter, late blackberries we found on a bush by the little lane leading to Milltown. 
Tom and Eileen were waiting for us with tea and soup and strawberries.  I took off my boots and poured out the water.

We'd planned to go to the 5 O'clock showing of the Banshees of Innishfree at the cinema, but figured that we'd had enough of rural Irish life for the day.