The next day I walked to the cemetery which involved walking down the main road, taking the first left turn, walking past a few houses and then past acres of nothing apart from some sports fields, an electrically fenced field allowing ground dwelling birds to breed without interference from predators, a golf clubhouse and course and not much else but me and a few free roaming sheep until I reached the cemetery.
The old section of the cemetery overlooks the golf course which had a surprising number of people playing on it. I searched for the great great grandparents but found no evidence of them. However, they would be there as it was the local cemetery.
I later discovered that a cousin is buried in an unmarked grave and was shown the spot. However, it was another day for technical problems and the photo never saw the light of day. I was told that his parents would be in the same location. His cousin is buried in the cemetery and has a tombstone. At least one earlier generation would also be in the cemetery somewhere, most likely the older section. If they had a headstone it is no longer evident.
I then decided to return to my B&B by walking along the beach to the main beach, up a road and along the main road to my B&B. Big mistake, I will not be professing a love of long beach walks any time soon although the alternatives were not especially useful or desirable.
The area of housing is recorded on Google maps as Magheraclougher but known unofficially as Bunbeg. The boat was sunk during a severe storm in the 1970s. The long white building is a hotel which is now closed along with a considerable amount of industry.
The incoming tide has reached the wreck.
I then continued walking up to the main road where eventually I encountered the ubiquitous Chinese restaurant where I ordered a takeaway which I later enjoyed with my feet up at my B&B.












