Mass Rock; Calloros Oughter

A mooch around Bantry market with Himself this morning then I went off on an explore. Rather terrifingly, I'm giving a talk on holy wells next Tuesday in Ballydehob,  the series of talks being named Talks in the Vaults (actually in an old Bank House) and I just wanted to check a couple of things. First I wanted to find St Brone's Well, concerned that I hadn't got the right place on my first visit.This venture took me along some exceptionally small roads with incredible views out to sea, inhabited by some large freerange  cattle with not a bother on them. St Brone's Well and teeny church, remains of, lie in an exceptionally boggy field - cattle lurking at the boundaries. The well lay a few metres away from the church ruins according to the GPS and here indeed was a very wet watercress abounding spot in which I nearly fell over. I didn't linger too long as the cattle were approaching. I met an elderly chap with no teeth on my return to the car. He had opened the gates to his house and put the cattle in the field (they were roaming the yard) in my honour as he'd seen the car. It was a slightly uncomfortable conversation as he couldn't understand a word I was saying and vice versa. I think we both got holy well, and shtone with the holy water and then he said he hoped I'd come again.
Heading for home I stopped off at another previously visited well, high up on the mountain at the side of a minute road- I just hoped I wouldn't meet a fellow traveller. The well was looking a bit neglected but  20 metres up the road I spotted this - a former Mass Rock now much adorned and venerated. As the name suggests, Mass was once celebrated here during Penal Times when Catholics were forbidden to worship in churches. Such a lonely and forlorn spot but still remembered. So that was my day!