Lismore to the Knockmealdown Mountains

I left Lismore Castle, heading toward Cahir on an unnamed road that paralleled R668 heading into the Knockmealdown Mountains.

I saw a man repairing a thatched roof. I stopped to ask him about it. If I understood him, he was adding to the decorative part at the top of the roof to make the roof last longer. But, I may have got that wrong.

There are a lot of thatched roofs. This one does not have that decorative bit.

The narrow road ran through fields up the mountain, with the fragrance of gorse everywhere.

There were working farms with buildings that looked like they had been there centuries.

There are a lot of abandoned houses in Ireland. There were little violets all around this one.

People take walking seriously. They walk with poles like ski poles. I am guessing this would be good exercise.

There were all of these sheep just milling around. I stopped to get a photo of them.

When I stopped, they all came running.

But, as soon as I talked to them, they took off!  I did not have the “voice of the owner.”  ‘The sheep hear my voice, and I don’t know their names, they don’t know me and they sure don’t follow me.’  They run bleating like I’m a wolf.

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