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.
I hike on down the coast, cross the sands, pass Hob Holes, clamber up a ravine and see a different side of Whitby.