The cliffs west of the chapel
An Triúr Deirféar — the Three Sisters
Three peaks step down to the Atlantic in a line, easternmost first: Binn Hanraí, Binn Meánach, Binn Diarmada — Henry's peak, the middle peak, Diarmaid's peak. The highest is 153 metres. They end at Ceann Sibéal, Sybil Head, where the cliffs drop to the sea. They are called the Three Sisters in English, but every name on them is a man's. Nobody around here has a clean answer for why. The view of them across the strand from the road into Feohanagh is the photograph people stop the car for. The walk along the top of them is something else again.
The most important church site on the peninsula
The chapel and the older church under it
The current chapel in An Fheothanach is small and modern. Older sites lie scattered through the parish — a Romanesque church ruin from the early 12th century survives nearby, with stone carving comparable to Cormac's Chapel at Cashel, an alphabet stone, a sundial, a stone cross. Tradition links the foundation to Maolcethair, whose death is recorded in the Martyrology of Donegal under 636. Whichever parts of that you trust, this strip of coast has been a Christian site for fourteen hundred years. The chapel today is the latest of many.
Where the broadcasters come from
The Gaeltacht voice
Two of the most familiar voices in Irish-language broadcasting grew up in this parish — Siún Nic Gearailt, the RTÉ newsreader, and Dáithí Ó Sé, who fronts shows on RTÉ and TG4. The Coláiste Gaeilge takes over the village school every summer with a couple of hundred teenagers from across the country learning the language by ear. Raidió na Gaeltachta has a studio just up the road. None of this is decorative. Irish is the working language of the bridge, the chapel and the sand at low tide. If you have a few words, use them. If you don't, an honest 'I haven't got the Irish' goes further than miming.
A boat older than English in this parish
Naomhóga on Smerwick
The naomhóg is a sea canoe — a light wooden lattice, tarred canvas stretched over the top, no keel, almost no weight. Off this coast they have been built and rowed for as long as anyone has bothered to write it down, used for fishing the bay, ferrying turf from the Blaskets, racing the parish boys against the next parish on regatta day. Eddie Hutch, in his eighties, has built more than three hundred of them and is one of a handful of men in the country still making them. The August regatta off Ballydavid pier is where you see what the boats are actually for.