Eureka!

An odd day - I've been delivering books, first to Skibbereen and then in completely the opposite direction to Bernie's Cupan tae at the very end of the Sheep's Head. I arrived in Skib to find I didn't have my bag! I had shopping bag, camera, list, mac and car keys but no money! I had declinkered my backpack from yesterday, removed stuff and just put it into the car without first putting some essentials via the bag. That rather curtailed the possibilites in Skib as I had no money so a small adventure had to be taken on the way home.
I had searched for St Conall's well before without any success. I followed the map down tiny roads and along an estuary arriving at the ruins of a church. A South African woman was there with her two rather unattractive snuffly and phlegmatic pugs. They jumped all over me and my car as she smiled on indulgently - Lady M would not have tolerated such behaviour from Archie !! Anyway, I inquired whether she knew of a holy well. She did not and was just going when she remembered her neighbour once showing her a spring - it was somewhere up there on the left. I set off to investigate. The hedgerows were freshly strimmed but no sign of anything. I carried on and spotted ferns starting to appear and scrabbled around, things were definitely getting wetter. A bit more uncovering and what should be revealed but a little stone basin complete with water, rather mucky water but nonetheless here it was - Toberconall. I don't think anyone had paid their respects here for sometime. Who was St Conall I can hear you demanding to know - riveting isnt it! Er, well not much seems to have been known about him - feast day May 22nd and he might have been a bishop in Donegal and/or West Cork. 7th century. So a very exciting find I think you would agree, and here is the documentary evidence. It was either this or fog at the end of the Sheep's Head.

I think that's where I was on the map!