Right, so, spiralsheep  gave me three old mill chimneys. Finding myself dog-sitting a hyperactive mutt on the appropriate side of the river for one of them, my glamorous assistant and I went for a walk. Twice. Because I can find my way back to anything but the getting to is sometimes an issue and I may have gone the opposite direction to where I thought I was going. I thus did it slightly backwards, but it was a nice meander round Pottinger Ward, and the dog made lots of new friends, so. This was my technical start point, Owen O'Cork Mill:



Because we were dead close already, I went for cutting from Woodstock onto Beersbridge - two main roads and some side streets over. First time I did this I failed to read the map properly and went the wrong way, heading over to the Ravenhill Road instead. The dog, however cute, was singularly useless as a navigator:
( Navigational failure, mills, terraces and small blurry dog. )

I have a mad plan for the other two, but that's for next week.