Cairn B on Treanscrabbagh ridge, looking across the valley of Lough Availe to the largest of the Carrowkeel monuments, the magnificent but ruined Cairn F.
I only met Michael once, over at Boheh, watching the sun roll down the slope of Croagh Patrick. It was quite fantastic: he was with a man all derssed in leather gear: a blacksmith who was watching the proceedings with his own homemade bronze astrolobe, the device crawling with celtic art. Michael had a small flat bronze disc which he held out at arms length towards the setting sun. It had a small projection underneath for holding between finger and thumb, and he claimed that when he held the disc infront of the setting sun, the bronze disc went transparent and proteced his eyes. The other fella took measurements on his bronze calibrator.