This mass rock is perhaps 50 m from the road over broken ground. One has to trek a little way up a hill through heather to get there. It is signposted yet very seldom does anyone venture there. This is a good spot to reflect on times past. Not a house is in sight. The rock is on the landward rather than the seaward side of the road. The rock is like a natural altar. One can turn about and look over the heights before the raging sea. A hill looms over one. It is atmospheric. One can picture unshod peasant piously kneeling around whilst a hunted priest intones the blessed sacrament in mediaeval Latin. In Penal Times the churches were occupied by the Church as by law established — that is to say the Church of Ireland.
