WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 12
Each morning I walk Saffi early, as the cold of the night is beginning to be broken by day and sometimes by sunlight. We walk to the causeway, cross over and stand by the stone wall that keeps the low sea from the road. Usually the wind is strong. It’s where I make the phone calls, the closest spot to Fiona’s house where I get reception. Sometimes Saffi and I just smell the fresh sea air, listen to the birds, watch the water lap on the stony beach. Then we walk back to the house and to Chloe. I take my time, and find that my head clears, my thoughts slow and soften.
It was our second day exploring the area near us, another Union Hall trail. This time we followed the blue line to the red line (by the lake) and then the purple for a view of Castletownsend.
There are no words to describe the green in Ireland. It is a color that feeds the soul, clears the lungs, brightens the spirits!
Once we had climbed several hills, some very steep, but all on a paved road, we descended to the water and saw a castle ruin….just poking up in the landscape, as so many ancient ruins and remains of history do, all over West Cork. The land holds so many stories.
