Sheep's Head Way 7: Letter West to Kilcrohane

What a lovely day - mild, balmy, clear, interesting light and skies, the next leg of the walk had to be undertaken. This stretch of the Sheep's Head Way tends to be coastal walks, down little boreens, onto pebbly strands and not too much climbing.
We headed down to Trá Ruiam, a small small strand complete with jutty out quay and large smooth pebbles, then up onto the headland, full of bracken and gorse and sublime views out towards the Atlantic. Across fields, passed deserted farmyards, pausing at a little killeen - lush green grass and the tiny bumps of headstones marking the unconsecrated graves of those who died without the church (unbaptised babies, suicides). We ate fruit and nuts and cheese on the edge of a cliff, listening to the swell of the waves then onwards to another pebbly strand and into the little townland of Paddock. This cluster of old houses are intriguing. A couple have been renovated tastefully and made into holiday homes but my favourite old house has now been flattened and replaced by a modern monstrosity. I was rather impressed to note that Himself followed me in a small bit of trepass as we went to inspect another ruin, now rooflesss and fast disappearing.
A cup of coffee and chat at the delightful quirky and creativeWhite House Gallery , and onwards - across a large clapper birdge, into a field to admire two standing stones and a quick linger in the old church of Kilcrohane.
Home and I sped out to test the water - a very brisk kick around the buoy was achieved!
Himself's version of events