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Mizen Head

by Pamela Blalock with commentary from John Bayley in blue

 

We decided we were finally cold enough, put on most of our clothes, and packed up to continue on to Mizen Head, the most southwesterly point in Ireland. Unlike the US, there was no sign, proclaiming this, no gift shop, no welcoming of any type. It was actually quite nice. We started down toward the lighthouse, until I noticed that we were approaching a road John would love. Thankfully we decided to take the steps. The road had a few 180 degree switchbacks and was not much more than a couple of feet wide. I guess it wasn't really a road. We then reached the locked gate and could go no farther, so we each took pictures of the lighthouse from some distance away. I also got a few of the beautiful green and very warm looking water below. Of course I didn't test my theory that the water was warm, but it looked wonderful.

 

From there we backtracked for a while.. We passed one lake with hundreds of swans swimming about. Just as I snapped one shot, something startled a few, and I got them in mid-flight. What a shame the picture didn't come out!.

Our late start, and hiking to the light house, along with a little confusion on the map, put us in the town of Durrus at dusk. It was a tiny little crossroads, with all the B&B's closed for the season, but a very nice lady took pity on us, and opened her home. She offered tea to warm us after being out in the cold all day. We had our lightest meal of the trip with soup and sandwiches at the only open bar in town. I believe I tried a Murphy's that evening. After the feast the night before, it was a relief to have a lighter meal.

We definitely fell on our feet. We hadn't planned to stop here, and it was only a small village, but we had our best B & B of the trip.