About a half hour down the road is a wonderful wooded area on the River Moy where it is possible, though not probable, to see river otters!  Being a Saturday there were numerous joggers which passed us in pairs off and on while we meandered the trails.  With the tide being out there were many birds seeking breakfast and boats moored awaiting the next trip.  We were not lucky in viewing otters but at least we know where to try again to see the elusive sweet critters on another visit.  The woods were peaceful and mostly clean of litter.  There are dozens of stopping points which a brochure details the importance.  Many noted the planting of trees, but there is also remains of a boathouse, and a grave of a man, and another of his beloved dog.  Along one trail a small bird suddenly landed on a shrub near us and stayed there for several moments allowing its photograph to be taken.  I loved the burnt orange breast.  Later I found it is a common robin, but more wren like than the ones in the States.  There is also a castle on the grounds which offers a tour of the interior and houses a restaurant.  As we approached the back of it a remarkable cat same by, went crazy scampering up and down three nearby trees, and then paused enough for us to comment on the markings.  Very unusual spots!  Facebook friends convinced us it was a Bengal.

Another half hour away is a very impressive 126 foot stack rock structure, Downpatrick Head, standing about 100 meters off the cliff in the ocean. Back in 1393 it was attached to the mainland by an arch which broke away in a storm. The inhabitants had to be rescued by ship’s rope! Can’t say that seems like fun! No protective barriers to keep people away from the edge which would be required in the States. People just have to make good decisions!