This was to be a day of gently drifting
south, exploring Banna Strand and the dunes as we went.
We started off in sunshine, but once again into the wind, heading
down the R551 Tralee road from Ballyheige.
In Scotland we have been encouraged to talk modestly of hills rather
than mountains. Mountains are to be found in faraway places and
not at home. Here, there is no such reticence. We turned onto a
minor road leading to the dunes, past the improbably-named Banna
Mountain, whose spot-height is all of 3 metres.
We headed straight for the dunes and ditched our bikes. The strand
was empty as far as the eye could see. To the north, Kerry Head
reached out into the blue. South, the mountains of Dingle merged
into the sky. There were few sea birds. The wind had dropped; just
a gentle breeze disturbed the air. All was still, but for the waves
rolling up the sand.