For the sake of my neglected blog, let's call it 'research', or an artist's 1-day retreat. Skellig Michael has been the single item on my bucket list for about 20 years, and I finally got there.
As you can see, those monks had the right idea.
And probably very pert bottoms.
Like Tevye in Fiddler on the Roof they'd one long stairway just going up and one even longer coming down and one more leading nowhere... Or, a 600-step stone stairs leading from each of the three landing places on the island.
Now to figure out how to persuade those nice OPW people to let me have a sleepover, with these cuddly guys for company.