Whenever an important day descends on west Kerry, a white mist as damp as a wash cloth is rarely far behind. Considering the toil he's endured this month, Shane Finn deserved unclouded skies and a generous sun for his run between Blennerville and Dingle on Saturday; instead, he had to negotiate a fog so soupy that it almost reduced his 24th marathon in 24 days to a doggy paddle along the N86.
