The driver of the 237 bus from Cork to Schull-Mizen was on the point of charging for my bicycle when he interrupted himself: “Ah sure, what’ll I be doing chargin’ you for t’boike….we’ll ignore that now we will”. And that was only the first of the ‘ignored’ extra charges that day. They obviously thought my accent was cute….in fact one little boy said I both looked and sounded like Mr Bean….not sure what to make of that.
Schull was the closest the bus could take me to my starting point at Mizen Head, so I set off to cover the outstanding 30km into a brisk south westerly.
But it was a glorious, if hard, ride, with stunning views over Barleycove, and at Mizen Head, of the bridge suspended above the ravine.