Day 136: How can I be late?

Day 136 - Tuesday, August 21st 2018: Eagle Point (Ballylickey) to Glanlough 19 km / Total 2772 km, 21°C, cloudy

Early morning, open the tent, put the head outside and get wet. Misty weather. Once again. It was annoying just because, as I was on a campsite, I had to walk fifty yards to go to the bathroom, and that distance was enough to get me wet. I was so disappointed that I got back in my sleeping bag after drying myself. I finally got up at 9 am. Ok, that's a little bit late, but, as lunch was only six kilometres away, there was no need to get there before pubs and restaurants open or serve food (which is usually not before 1 pm). And fortunately, the weather got better and I could pack a tent almost dry. So after taking my last shower until probably the next Saturday, I was back on the national road. The traffic was busier than the day before, but as for once, there was a footpath all along the way between Ballylickey and Bantry so I didn't mind. 

I found an organic restaurant for lunch. Before my trip, I only cooked organic food at home. During this trip, I just eat whatever I find. But for once, let's eat something different. The chia pudding was very good, and yes it was quite expensive, but it's a superfood, something I definitely needed, especially because there will be no food point on the Northside of the Sheep's Head peninsula. 

I didn't fancy visiting the Bantry House and preferred leaving the town (quite busy) walking the Sheep's Headway. The stairs which allow a pedestrian to get from one field to another, over the bramble fence, were quite old, and let's say, less maintained than on the other waymarked trails. As I passed close to a house, a lady asked me where I was going. And then she looked at her watch and told me "hum, you started late". In fact, there's no need to start early when I'm wild camping, as I won't build my tent in the middle of the afternoon, or have to wait outside for hours, especially if there's no shelter.

I finally decided to walk on the little road, as there was almost no one. At some point, a cyclist stopped and asked if I was walking the area. I said yes around the peninsula. And he wished me to enjoy my trip. I was not sure, but I realized later, that he was probably the guy in Lauragh who paid me a piece of cake. I just didn't recognize him at the moment and didn't want to answer a man that I was going to camp nearby. I just hope I'll meet him again to apologize. 

As the misty weather was coming back, I decided to stop until I couldn't see anything and not be able to find a place for my tent. Apparently, there had been a wild fire in the area, probably during the heatwave. But as grass grows fast in Ireland, there were already no more few marks left of it. And it seems that ticks didn't get burnt! Or they were already back!