When you explore the ground around The Hag of Beara and observe that sea urchins hollowed cups on the rocks, it occurs to you that this rock once marked the high tide! A great ebbing has occurred here. The ancient poem, The Lament of the Hag of Beare, seems to refer to such a catastrophe,
"I am Buí, the Old Woman of Beare;
I used to wear a smock that was ever-renewed;
today it has befallen me, by reason of my mean estate,
that I could not have even a cast-off smock to wear."
The ever-renewed garment would be the tide.
"Great wave of flood
and wave of ebbing sea,
the two of them I know
for both have washed on me."
"It is well for an island of the great sea:
flood comes to it after its ebb;
as for me, I expect
no flood after ebb to come to me."
I have cherry-picked these verses as a great deal of the poem is concerned with aging and the loss of beauty. Whatever the truth of the matter, Kilcatherine, is a most beautiful place. read more