There is a path that skirts a couple of fields leading to the stone. On the August 2003 day that I visited, it was overgrown with nettles, thistles, briars and lots more. Since I was wearing shorts, I was bleeding like a stuck pig by the time I got to the end of it (on the way back, I just hopped over walls to get back to the road). At the end of the path was this field, and a fine field of thistles it was too. The tip of the stone is visible on the top of this photograph. I think that it is the Partry mountains in the background.
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