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Bicycle trip in the South West of Ireland 1996  Old Head of Kinsale
Old Head of Kinsale                                                                                       © Watercolour by Ole Jacobi  1996
The very last stretch of Old Head with the light-house is being turned into an eighteen-hole golf course, and it costs 1.50 pounds to go out there. We missed that and found a point quite near where we had a terrific view of the bird-cliffs with 1000s of nesting seagulls.

The Old Head also offers a memorial to the victims of the wreck of Lusitania which was torpedoed by the Germans in World War I off the peninsula.

From Old Head we passed down the Kinsale peninsula by another road and arrived in Kinsale which is quite a large town with many shops offering traditional Irish crafts. There is a lot of traffic and no dearth of B&Bs so we settled for Gull House whose proprietess also runs a pub down the road. With our dinner we were lucky enough to hear some Irish music, the first time on this trip. Usually the music does not start till 10.30 or 11 at night by which time we are almost ready for bed.

Kinsale to Carrigaline.

Before leaving Kinsale, we went out to Charles Fort on the other side of Kinsale Bay, one of the two forts defending Kinsale Harbour, and one of the best conserved star-shaped bastions in Europe. It is very impressive and well worth the 2 pound admission and the two very steep hills that had to be climbed to get there.

Back to Kinsale and from there on small roads to Carrigaline with nothing very exciting to see on the road. This day was one of our shortest runs, but we had to be in Cork on Friday night to take the train to Dublin on Saturday morning. Carrigaline seems to be mostly a suburb to Cork with a lot of building going on, and no soul to the town. We were turned down at one B&B where the man told us that everything for miles around would be occupied because of the boat racing that week in nearby Crosshaven. We were lucky, though, to find another B&B with a vacancy just up the road. Somebody had cried off at the last moment, our landlady, Rose, told us. We spent an uneventful evening watching the children in town bathing in the river with much showing off by the boys to an audience of giggling girls.