The morning we drove out to the Beara Peninsula the weather suddenly turned almost Californian. Maybe that’s why so much of the scenery reminded me of West Marin.
The coastal road could be generously described as a single lane, so the driving was not exactly relaxing, but most people are polite about pulling out to let oncoming traffic pass.
Although the towns of Eyeries and Allihies showed few signs of life, it was a relief to see some houses that didn’t look like they were all carved from the same stick of margarine.
Eventually we pulled into bustling Castletownbere and ate a lunch that seemed authentically local in its mediocrity, then headed up the Healy Pass, which straddles Cork and Kerry. The Cork side looks like this:
Then you pass by a giant plaster Jesus and arrive in Kerry:
You can see a lot of it from here.
When we got back to town there was still enough light to stroll through Reenagross Park and say hello to the joggers and dog walkers and dogs and birds.
I’m sure there’s a story behind this feature of the park, but I don’t know what it is.