Early in the morning, much to my delight, Fr. Pat decided to take me to Glengarriffe, so having called for the Stockleys and Mám, off we bowled. Poor Fr. Pat, owing to his late hard exertions, was a bit extreme and fidgety, but nevertheless we enjoyed the trip immensely. Approaching Glengarriffe, the country became glorious, Sugar Loaf and Hungry Hill mountains towering over the bay. Had a fine lunch at Roche’s hotel, having gone down to the sea and seen a beautiful cascade. At 4 we started back for Cork, I drove from Inchigeela into the city. The Pass of Céim an Fhéidh was glorious. It is the strategic key to West Cork and was held by many an army. Miss Mac Leod was enchanted with the scenery. She sang us some sweet and plaintive Highland airs, reminding me of ‘The Solitary Reaper’ [poem by Wordsworth]. Home at 8.30 read ‘Vicar of Wakefield’ in comfort.
