Little sweetheart, one day we drove over to the Beara Peninsula. Kilcrohane and Bantry were on the Sheep's Head, the middle of three peninsulas, the southern one being the Mizen Head and the northern one, this, the Beara.
The Beara was perhaps the wildest of the three, the most rugged of terrain, and it featured a tiny island - Dursey Island, only reachable by a cable car stretching over the shore, over the sea - that marks the Westernmost point of Europe.
At the water's edge stood a sign indicating the distances to points west and east (including New York) and, rather whimsically, Tir na nOg - Irish for "Land of Youth" and the title of the play you and I met doing in San Francisco.
Kris took this picture of the two of us there, before we headed inland to a little pub for lunch...
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