Isn't it just typical of me to turn an hour hike into a four hour - where are we? - hike! Me and Ciara headed to hike to the top of the Cloghmore (clock-more) Stone, a rock brought down with a glacier from Scotland. We took the wrong trail (there were only two) and didn't decide to turn around until we had reached the top of the adjacent hill (Irish mountain). After a successfully exhausting second hike in the chilling wind, we enjoyed tea (of course) and a great view. Later, enjoying soup and wheaten, the best bread ever (I feel like I say that in every country), one of Ciara's aunts told us the other story of how the Cloghmore stone reached the top of an Irish mountain. She started by describing the history of the feud between the Scottish giant and Fionn MacCumhaill, the Irish giant. After taunts, sorcery and trickery, the Scottish giant got so fed up that he lugged a rock at Fionn. Of course, the Irish giant won the skirmish, but I might have to go to Scotland someday and hear the other side of the story, like a good journalist :)
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