West Cork Treasures Await
Ah, sure, West Cork is where the sheep outnumber the people, the roads are as twisty, and the tea is strong enough to stand a spoon in. It’s the kind of place where “I’ll be there in five minutes” means anything from a half hour to next Tuesday, depending on traffic, which mainly consists of cows givin’ you the stink eye. One thing’s for sure: between the wild coastline, dodgy mobile signal, and the scandalous gossip at the local shop, you’ll never want to leave—mainly ’cause you mightn’t find your way out again.
