Legends

We asked the owner for any good places to eat, and she mentioned a few, all in walking distance. As we strolled down the street towards the centre it almost felt like we were a couple on a weekend getaway – to stop that feeling I took a briefing with Cian, keeping my eye on the prize.

“So, we’re looking for some places Henry mentions by description and not by name.”

“Like what?”

“Well, like “where the river runs salt.” That may be a river close to the ocean, but I don’t think he followed a route along the shore.”

“Ok, what else?”

“He mentions stopping at a farm that overlooks the Pig’s back.”

Cian lifted his head, “Oh, that one I might know.” He pointed to a mountain, “That’s Muckish Mountain, Muckish literally means “the pig’s back.” I gazed at the mountain, “Oh, that doesn’t really narrow anything down.” Cian shook his head, “No, it could mean anywhere.”

“There’s a passage about a white cow?”