September 17, 2006
On the particular day we visited, the weather was extremely damp. A heavy mist hung over the entire valley and contributed to the atmosphere of antiquity. The ladies were reluctant to venture from the relatively comfortable confines of the car, so I set out on my own.
Through a One Euro gate (honor system), a small lane led up and around to the fort. It sits on a hill and was wreathed in mist and rain. The grass was the greenest of green and offset by clumps of reddish bracken. I was alone (except for the sheep) as I entered the fort and walked around inside. There isn’t much to see except for stonewalls, which you are not supposed to climb. I risked it and was rewarded with a damp view across the valley lined with rocks, sheep and low clouds of mist. Typical Irish countryside; go figure.
Not wanting to anger the Tuatha De Danann or the Garda, whomever might object most to my illicit wall climbing, I ventured back to the car. I paused along the way to snap pictures of the fort receding into the mist. I am sure it is a beautiful location and a stupendous view in nice weather and well worth a visit either way.
From journal Ring of Kerry