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We were now on a very rough track, dipping and climbing southwards, and much care had to be taken. After encountering another gate, I turned to find Alan being pursued along the track by a posse of lamb chops on the hoof, probablj' thinking that he had come to feed them. I imagined the headlines—“Cyclist eaten by sheep on Lismore”—would this be cannabalism I wondered, it would not be the other way round! We survived, and the last gate was at Loch Fiart. When shortly afterwards we came to a deserted farmhouse, the track stopped and we were riding on soft grassland to arrive finally at the southernmost tip of the island off which is perched a lighthouse.