A wet, grey, boggy and challenging hike with discomfort lightened by kindness.
The first day of four from Dursey to Kenmare to complete most of the Beara Way.
Steeply up, gently down, looking across two bays, a lough, boreens, a cilleen and a quay.
Swaying over the sound, leaning into the wind, a bull, a cow, and a calf, a dark past and a lonely present.
Clooties and a stone circle, a route quandary, mines and rainbow houses.
Kissed by the clouds under Hungry Hill, one more valley and another, a treat for the feet and a humongous ice-cream.
Climbing the Sugar Loaf, into the mist, a disturbing cache, an apparition, sleeping under Hungry Hill.
Ice-cream, chips and amusement arcades cheek by jowl with hidden heritage. Waiting for buses, trains and planes. Manchester airport mayhem. Joining the Front Row Forwards
A damp day in Whitby, chasing a wild goose and sketching, sketching, sketching.
Whitby kippers, wet cliffs, a mad bull, hi-viz kids and happy holiday memories. The Ends of the Earth and an ending for me too.