Sweathouse

I promised a Part 2 to yesterday's adventures so here comes the sweathouse bit! 
Having been distracted by the sad but very moving little cillín we followed Gerry down to a patch of scrubby copse. He said he could remember playing in what he described as a little church when he was young and we wondered if that could have been the sweathouse. He also said the mother could remember some caves so it all sounded very promising. He lurched into the copse and disappeared! I lurched into another bit armed with some secateurs. William was busy looking for a lost castle and Himself had lurched into another bit of copse. In the midst of dense overgrowth we found a sort of beehive-shape pile of stone but couldn't get close to really make sense of it. Jerry promised to go come back with a chainsaw!
What an interesting area - the more we looked the more there could have been. Once there was a ringfort there too, ploughed out by the father's father - very unusual that for ringforts are also called fairy forts and are usually treated with utmost respect. Talking of the fairies, I reckon Jerry had a few stories about them too but wouldn't be coaxed. So a ringfort, possible castle, an old church, maybe a souterrain and somewhere a sweathouse! 

This is the sort of thing we were looking for. There are about 300 recorded in Ireland but only 2 in Cork. We reckon we've found another one. I've blipped Himself's recent rather lovely drawing which I have blipped it before too.
Jerry was so nice too. Don't you just love it when people abandon whatever they were doing and head down for a bit of an explore. We left him going off to feed the feral cats.
The weather is diabolical today, it hasn't really got light and it hasn't stopped raining.
Tomorrow we are off to County Limerick for a couple of days - shhhh, say nothing, but the weather doesn't look too terrible. I should be back by Wednesday, if not I'm somewhere in a field between Adare and Newcastle West - okay!