Mary Kelly, our host, and James, her son, told us that families used to raise sheep and potatoes in this area and would walk barefoot for miles to see friends and family. And here we were in our Wellingtons and wool socks wondering how they could possibly walk barefoot anywhere (Wellingtons for those who do not know are knee-high rubber boots used while fishing and walking in bogs).
The sheep came close to us until we called to them and then they ran away since they did not know our voices. They are funny, curious creatures. The people are very kind, friendly and a bit shy but they smile when they see us and are glad to have nuns back in the parish.