Across the bay the hills of Ibh Rathach draw, a ragged line along the sky, and on the other hand the country rises till the huge shape of Mount Brandon has nothing beyond it but clouds and blue air.
The car rattles through Ventry, a straggle of horses lying back from the long strand where they hold horse-races now, but where in old tales and the country traditions Fionn and the Fenians still fight their unequal battles against Daire Donn and the hosts of the world.
