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This panorama was shot from the gatepost at the entrance to this field. (If you zoom back and rotate down you can see the gatepost.) The perspective is as if you are standing on the gatepost.
The large cylindrical bales lead us in to the rolling countryside of Killdrum and Bogay going off in front of us.
In the full screen version a faint profile can be seen on the horizon of the characteristic table-top / pig's back shape - of Muckish Mountain in West Donegal.
As we rotate to the right we see the ground rising steeply to Holywell Hill at the top of which we glimpse the RTE TV transmitter mast. It stands above (and to the West of) the Killea Valley and the reservoir it contains. It is the RTE transmitter so it is in the Republic. The border doglegs around the reservoir below Holywell Hill leaving the water in N.Ireland and the entrance to the reservoir complex on the lower road in the Republic of Ireland.
Behind us is a cross roads. Between Upper Killea/Killea Road and Creevagh Road. Beyond the cross roads (to our right as the panorama opens) the road is known as Upper Killea road, it skirts the upper edge of Killea Reservoir on the eastern edge of the Killea Valley. At the end of the reservoir it joins Bligh's lane, which in turn meanders across the hill into Creggan Housing Estate.
Creevagh Road runs downhill along the right hand hedge of the field. Crossing the border as it reaches the bottom the field.
As you continue to rotate to the right past the cross roads you see the shadow of the otherwise invisible photographer.
Killea Road runs down to the old main road to Letterkenny at the bottom of the hill. Before our view returns to the field we get a glimpse of the upstream River Foyle as it meanders past Carrigans and St Johnston.
Julius Guzy has a wonderful painting depicting this area. He and I once rounded off a sunny Spring Friday afternoon, at the end of a particularly hard week's work, at just this spot. We sat on the gate watching the ewes and lambs in the field while we enjoyed a fine bottle of red wine.