Paddling:

The nineteenth, in our journey from Castel-Magne to the Dingell, which is xx miles off, we camped at a place which is near the Bay of Dingle, called “The Inch,” where my Lord Justice and I did practyse our best skyll to gather cockles for our supper.

Inch Strand remains one of the spectacular places of Dingle. It is rather disarming to think of the viceroy and his senior Irish adviser paddling in the shallows for shellfish to augment their supplies. I suspect that they did not gather enough to feed the whole army.