Cloonaghlin

Yesterday the rain was mainly in the morning so I was able to get off the boat and get a walk in during the afternoon.
There was a good few in the pub watching the All Ireland final but I continued on to Fort Berehaven where I ignored the ‘No Trespassing’ signs and went exploring places we had wandered when we were kids.
The flagpole where the Union Jack 🇬🇧 came down on the 26th of September 1938 and the tricolour 🇮🇪 went up was photographed just in case it wouldn’t be there the next time I visit.
Unfortunately this part of the fort is in decay unless someone does something about it shortly.
Anyway I wandered back to Eureka and settled in for the night.

Today I spent the morning chilling out on Eureka and planning where I was going next.
I decided to go up to Bantry, do some shopping and then head the short distance to Whiddy island for the night but now having talked to another couple on another yacht I am wondering should I go to Castletownbere to provision and then head south to Kitchen Cove in Dunmanus Bay.
Or will I go across to Trafrask for the night and call in to CTB on the way to Kitchen Cove?
Or will I just forget provisioning till Schull.
I have enough food for a few days so I won’t starve, just have a lack of choice.
Answers on a text please 😉
I’ll decide in the morning 😎
Anyway I fixed up with the marina so I can leave before opening time.
I went for another walk, this one meaning a bit of a climb to a Martello Tower on top of a hill.
I had just got to the top when I saw I was being followed by a woman.
It turned out she was a Californian but knew the island better than I did.
Her grandfather was from the island and she spent most summers here so not your typically American and her maiden name was O’Sullivan!
Her brother had got married on the island on Saturday so their roots run deep.
We parted company in the village and I wandered back to Eureka for dinner.

Two yachts left about midday and as I was walking up the hill I had a view of the bay and it seemed calm and I was kicking myself for not going but by the time I reached the top I could hardly stand with the strength of the wind.
It’s nice when you’re decisions are proved right 😂

It’s a lovely evening here and I opened a bottle of wine 🍷 and have started a good book while Johnny Creedon is warbling along on the radio.
Almost perfect.

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