Into Kerry (again)

A big day and too wrecked to blip by the time I came home.  Some time ago I had been approached online by an American academic wondering if I would  take her on a holy well day. Having not learnt to say no, I said yes and today was the day! C is from Minnesota ( I had to hastily look where it is on the map, right up by Canada in case you are  as ignorant as me). We met outside the French patisserie in Kenmare and availed of coffee and croissants and got to know each other a little. She was very enthusiastic and very easy company and off we sallied. Six wells on the agenda: a town well, three very hard to get to wells, St Gobnait's penitential site and an estuary well which proved impossible to get to as the tide was in. There were adventures of course: a lot of mud getting to the well in the extra, some large cattle, an alternative group having a ceremony at one of the wells and a delightful encounter with Tommy, who  entertained us with stories from yet another well in a broad Kerry accent. C was thrilled by it all and I think experienced a good slice of rural life. She's now off to Dublin and then on to the Lake District in England where she's meeting up with her family. A very enjoyable meeting of  and appreciation of different cultures.
I had a quick ice cream in Kenmare before setting off home and was amazed to see the place full of 2CVs, all looking very jaunty.
 The main is as you cross over from Kerry into Cork, the Caha pass - look carefully and you can see all the rhododendrons looking amazing, invasive as they are.