WALKS OF SEVEN WEST CORK ISLANDS
The thrill of a day on the islands begins at the ferry, or the cable car if one is going to Dursey. As the mainland recedes, there is the sense that the everyday world is another country we have left behind. The islands ahead move in another time; for those not old enough to remember, we can say this is what Ireland was like before the traffic and the hurry, a less busy, more gracious place.
This book takes us to the inhabited islands of West Cork. Some are scarcely inhabited and hardly seem part of the world we know. The scenery is everywhere unspoiled and magnificent. Wild flowers bloom in profusion; humans are few; traffic is almost non-existent. The only sound is bird song and the hum of bees. The ozone in the air is heady, and the immensities of mountain, sea
and sky surround us. As the endorphins kick in, one can
almost hear the celestial choirs on the breeze.