For the good are always the merry,
Save by an evil chance,
And the merry love to fiddle,
And the merry love to dance.

W. B. Yeats


It is “soft” again this morning, but we are going through with our plans anyhow which is to visit Clough Patrick, Irelands Holy Mountain where St. Patrick spoke to the people. It had two other names but was recently changed to its present name in about 1200 ad. Across the street at the foot of Clough Patrick is another abandon abbey with its graves marked with Celtic crosses and other varieties of stone. The idea is to take pictures and the watercolorists can paint from them later, back at the house if the weather doesn’t change. We did have to abandon walking up a small part of the Mountain, to look out on Clew Bay with its hundred Islands. Even in this rain, there are numerous pilgrims, who climb the mountain barefoot. It is very rocky and steep in parts. After lunch we went to a beach area on Clew Bay. On the lane leading to the beach was an abandon stone house and out buildings plus livestock and horses, all for our photographic pleasure. Tonight after dinner we are going to a Pub in Westport where Olcan is playing the flute with a local group.