water
lilies in a pond and thorny brambles on its edges
None of us had the strength to go all the way down to the lighthouse.
I did this alone on my last hike - 5 days later.
Now we focused on finding a satisfying B&B for me,
and we found it at Kilcrohane!
A hand waves from the rented car, while
it drives over the double bridge, which gave my B&B its name:
"Bridge-View"
See more about
our last hour together and a sequence of photos of how their car
moved away from me
and see my day around the Sheep's Head edge
in the Atlantic - in solitude
Kilcrohane
"The Sheep's Head Way leads through Kil-cro-hane,
there is the house in which lives Ann"
(a rhyme I made up, in order to remember
the difficult word Kilcrohane (pronounced like "Ann)
I
I discovered not one but three approaches
to the sea, two of them needed only 20 minutes walk.
What a contrast to the Mizen Head!
And then - the Sheeps'
Head Way! -
what a contrast to the pathless, fenced-in, walled-in, hedged-in
meadows on the Mizen Head peninsula.
To the south - a rivulet comes into
the sea from the north
While in Israel the night is night , at the
latest at 8 PM in this season, in Ireland at 9 PM the sun has
not even started to set
to the south-west
to the south-east
to the east-east-south-south
On my way home - remember it's about 9:30
PM - I move again through thorny brambles, but on a convenient,
pretty track
I'm intrigued by this fir-tree, or whatever
it is: I photograph it from both sides, from the track which leads
to the village and towards the sea.
Coming from the sea, this is what I see :
a few houses around the church, and in front of them:
- a community field and hall and a children's playground with
tennis court, where soon a festival would take place.
"The story of Kilcrohane"
See
some quotes on the page which are dedicated to the Great Famine
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Before setting
out for my travel to France and Ireland,
I had stapled together a bunch of small pages for notes.
On these I had copied a few sentences from "Le Petit
Prince",
[which I had read and listened to once again before my
journey].
about how he learnt to relate to his love, the rose on
his planet...
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