On the fourth day it was foggy again, no surprise. We started on a long walk, first stopping by, Teampaill Chiarain, the church of St. Ciarain, from around 550 AD.

Next to the church is a meridian or sun dial, missing the gnomon, but the hole remains. I am unsure if it predates the church, but one theory holds that Celtic crosses are actually patterned after navigational aids. During the curches operation, local women who were ill would strip and pass their clothes through the hole hoping to be cured.

View of the coast from Tempaill Chiarain.

Inside the church.

Along the roadside are markers dedicated to boats lost at sea, Cenotaphs. When a boat went down several male members of a family would die at once.

We took a brief look at a watchtower and a Norman fort, checking out how the high road looked, all was fog, wind and drizzle.

The Norman fort had been reworked more than once, widening windows and plastering.

We continued down on the low asphalt road due to the weather. Along the way were thatch roofed houses in current use.

We eventually reached a graveyard with Dun Aonghasa in sight. An old headstone.

A WWII headstone, this guy was in the RAF.

And a modern headstone, written in Irish.

Approaching Dun Aonghusa, the waves were thundering against the 300 ft. cliffs, sometimes topping them.

The remains of the chevaux de frise approaching the fort.

The middle wall past the chevaux de frise.

Rampart of the middle wall.

The inner wall of Dun Aonghusa, all cyclopean construction. According the the Book of Invasions, the fort was built by the Fir Bolg for Chief Angus.

Buttress on the inner wall.

The Atlantic from the fort.

The inner ramparts.

Cliff view to the West.

View to the East, a tourist on the edge.

An inside view of the chevaux de frise.

We left the fort and went to see a clochan, (beehive hut), the only perfect one on the Islands. These were built entirely of stone and used by early Christian monks.

From there the guide, myself and a walker we met from Oregon, Karl, went to check out the ring fort Dun Eoghanachta, while the girls went to the seven churches.

The walls on the fort were about 10' thick.

Brian on the rampart, ready for invaders.

View from the rampart.

A view down on the town of Eoghanacht and 7 churches.

A view from below the wall.

We left the fort to meet the ladies at the 7 churches, Na Seacht dTeampall. The seven churches apparently are actually 2 churches and the remains of some outbuildings. The site housed an ancient pagan idol destroyed by St. Brecan who transformend it to Christianity.

The remains of an 11th century high cross at the 7 churches.

Another high cross fragment.

Ocean view from the 7 churches.

The remains of some Romans are buried here, summoned from Rome to the Islands...

The Roman headstones.

Close up of a headstone.

Inside the main chruch buildings.

An impressive vacation home above the 7 churches.

Thoroughly exhausted we headed back to Kilronan for a final gourmet dinner and a quiet night at the hotel pub. This was our final night on Inis Mor.