Lough Curran was the fourth of a series of four paintings I did of Kerry. It was a long day of many hours hiking aimlessly - or with aims but not reaching them - certainly without maps, or bags, or jackets, or boots. I was staying in a house on the Ring. It faced Caherdaniel and out to Scariff and Deenish. Might as well walk up behind the house and see where this mountain goes. It went all the way to the top. With my feet in waterlogged grass I looked down on Waterville, Lough Curran, and all 360 degrees of a view I didn't deserve. Hours later I was at the bottom albeit two miles off course, and walking past Caherdaniel Fort. The pints would taste great, and after - as a surprise - the fisherman brought out his catch, from his day on Lough Curran. And the fish eating frenzy began.
The other paintings in this series were of Caherdaniel Fort, Kenmare River, and the Mass Path down by the coast.