Another glorious day, we abandoned everything and took to the hills and tackled the Seefin loop walk . This is quite a big one culminating at the trig point on top of Seefin mountain, the highest on the Sheep's Head. You start off easily enough - small road, green road , fuchsia-lined track and then you start a long and heart-wobbly ascend, watched by curious and slightly frisky cattle. Seefin is the highest mountain on the Sheepshead but first you have to climb towards Rosskerrig mountain, then skirt round this before clambering on up to the trig point at Seefin. Fabulous and enormous views of each side of the peninsula and too big to cope with by camera. The gorse and heather were still full of bees and butterflies and grasshoppers leapt at our feet. We watched a bird of prey being mobbed by two smaller birds and were accompanied sometimes by martins soaring above us or skimming at our feet. It was so quiet and so calm, wonderful solitude. Coming down we passed several old ruins, a ringfort and St Crohane's bed - a very modest and bijou ruin where the saint slept with his feet outside the door apparently. The only human we met emerged from the bracken lower down, resplendent in bee keeping gear. We stopped for a chat. The bees had gone cuckoo. They were still swarming and this rarely happens after 1st August. He put it down to the warm weather and went off to rescue a swarm which had found its way into a woman's kitchen.
12 kilometres, my feet hurt and my nose is sunburnt. The swim felt especially good.