Last Day on the Beara Way

I found a flat piece of bedrock and sat here for lunch.
West Ireland is full of great places to stop for lunch.

Sheep tend to run from me, but this old guy didn't budge.
If I had horns like that, I'd make my own rules too.

Ireland is as green as I imagined before arriving. What I didn't know is that it rarely snows. Although at about the same latitude as parts of Alaska, the Gulf Stream keeps Ireland mostly free of snow and ice.

I also found a lot of solitude and daily ocean views on the Beara Way. I'll miss this section, but there is a lot more to come.