A walk down to thefairy fields at the end of the Cahermacrusheen boreen where we have a grandpicnic of cheese sandwiches and Tayto crisps and a flask of tea. The sea isstill and the Aran Isles look very close. Most of the land around North Doolin isparched and the grass dry and brownish as if this was August rather than earlyApril. But here, on the way to the rocks at the edge of the Burren, the turf isthick and wet like black gold and little patches of intense green burst outfrom beneath the stones.

The kids do a cowattracting dance that achieves its objective, expect these are bullocks notcows. On the way back we see a thorn tree decorated with ribbons, materials,toys, holy water and candles. Next to this is the dry stone wall part of which ismade up of massive horizontal stones, which I have a feeling had once been the lostCahermacrusheen dolmen.