tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270779737699195222024-03-15T18:09:35.809-07:00Kanturk Hillwalkers and Mountain Climbers | BlogPadraig Breenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10682558263251121265noreply@blogger.comBlogger84125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-727077973769919522.post-31775481217742674572020-12-26T16:57:00.003-08:002021-06-24T08:58:17.313-07:00The Claragh Loop<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;"> The Claragh Loop is a great walk in North West Cork near Millstreet,</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;"> for our Club and our members it is not that far away and in some ways for us it is so close most people never bother doing it, thinking the far away fields are greener.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;"> We use it as a Club Walk once a year but our members often use it go for a walk by themselves or in a small group regularly just to get out for a bit of fresh air or excercise. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;"> To get there you go into Millstreet, turn down the road between Centra & the Church and travel out the Clara Rd. going past the turn off for the Mount Leader Industrial Estate for about a mile until you meet a Grotto and just beyond this you park on the right on the bend. If it is busy around here you may have to go back down to the Clara Rd. and walk back up,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;"> You then proceed to walk up the small road on the town side of where you are after parking until you meet the entrance into the forest on your right . This is the start of the Claragh Loop.You then proceed up through the Forrest [path which can be quite testing. This will bring you to the first of 2 gates,pass through the gate and follow on the path, you will pass a turn off to the right but as a Club we generally keep going straight on to get the climb out of the way early and it is easier to go up the climb than come down especially it wet conditions.</span><br />
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This way is marked but you would want to watch out as an odd sign may not be standing up but it is relatively easy and just follow the paths and after a while it is time to turn around & head back towards Millstreet and this leads to the one bad point of doing the Claragh Loop in that this section can be mucky in places. Today we were lucky in that it was dry for a few days and it was not too bad.</div>
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Clara Mt. is now on your right with its gorse filled sides, if you wanted you could go straight up or down to reach the Cross from around here if you were feeling really adventurous . As you are travelling along you are looking on towards Millstreet town and the rest of Duhallow. Another thing about this route is that there is a sting in the tail in that just when you think you are nearly back there is a fine tough little climb up through the forest to join up with the original pathway which led you up to the top & the cross, at this point you take a left & back to the car.</div>
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Claragh Mt. may not be the talest you will ever climb but it is always a good test or a very good workout and the full loop is always worthwhile but allow for a few dry days if you can because it can be mucky in places but overall a good day out</div>
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On Saturday Jan. 18th a few club members went for a walk around the Claragh Loop in Millstreet. You often hear about great walks all over the country & further afield but this is one great walk right on our doorstep in North Cork.<br />
To get to it you turn down the Clargh Rd. in Millstreet at the Church & continue for about a mile and park the car and follow the route to the top of Claragh Mountain where you will get on a clear day a fantastic view overlooking Millstreet.<br />
But what most people do not know is that you continue on further by heading on westwards. You will be looking at Caherbarnagh in front of you with The Paps and all the Kerry Mountains further back with a great of all of North West Cork as well.<br />
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As a walk it has every thing especially for this time of the year, a good testing climb to the summit of Claragh, a good hike as you go west & along the base of Claragh & just when you just think its over you have a short testing climb back up through the forestry just when you think you are finished which brings you back onto the main pathway again.<br />
It is not that high or not that long but still a good test especially for this time of the year after the Christmas over eating & over indulging period and you want to get those legs moving again & shake a few pounds off.<br />
This walk for us in North Cork is nearby, a short enough walk that does not take hours and lets you do other things with your day.<br />
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On Sunday 8th September the club walk was in Gougane Barra. We left town at 08.30 on a dry autumnal day. Reaching our destination we parked up and had tea / coffee at the restaurant overlooking the tranquil waters of the lake.<br />
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We made our way by the lake, before turning north along a narrow road to reach a gate that gave access to the mountain. Conditions underfoot were not great, it was wet and boggy as we started our ascent. There is no defined path here and our aim was to make the crest of the ridge. As we progressed, the ground didn’t get any better in fact it got worse. Coarse grass , covering knee jarring holes and slippery rock. Then there was some rain and in the mist visibility was not great. On a clear day the views would have been worth the hard slog, but not today.<br />
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After some time we rested up and had some refreshments.<br />
Continuing through the inhospitable ground conditions , we trudged along. Eventually our progress was brought to an abrupt halt , as we came to a well constructed fence topped by barbed wire. On some of the fence posts were way markers, however they petered out. Now we had to take stock, do we go back , try to descend to the lake or scale the fence..the third option won out.<br />
The going underfoot didn’t improve.....<br />
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Spare a thought then for the men of the West Cork flying column who in June 1921 were in the Borlin Valley. Led by Tom Barry they got word that the British forces were converging on them from Bandon Castletownbere Macroom and Bantry. The intention was to surrounded them.<br />
Barry led his men across these same Shehy mountains and down a cliff into the Coomroe Valley where they found hospitality at Cronin’s hotel in a Gougane Barra. This was done under the cover of darkness...... With all our modern navigation accouterments we found it difficult enough to negotiate by day.<br />
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We pushed onwards. Two French guests left the group to scout a way down...after a while they called out that they had found a path. After what seemed an age we finally reached a track, then a tarred path that took us over a small stream called the Lee..then we like Barry and his men were grateful to reach the sanctuary of Cronin’s hotel where we enjoyed their hospitality.<br />
It was good to see new faces and to add an international dimension to the group.<br />
It was an enjoyable day out, but a walk that I would be in no hurry to do again.<br />
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“ Hiking is the answer, who cares what the question is “...........UnknownKanturk Hillwalkers & Mountain Climbers Prohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01388350539247713786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-727077973769919522.post-74568993025187939812019-08-26T13:11:00.003-07:002019-08-27T13:37:08.305-07:00Knocknatobar <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On Sunday August 25 the club walk was on Knocknatobar mountain. Situated north east of Caherciveen. The mountain stands against the prevailing south west winds that carry rain in from the Atlantic. Fresh water springs out of the ground in many places, giving the mountain it’s name Knocknatobar ( Hill of the Wells ). Rising to 690 meters its the 32 nd highest in Ireland. At the foot of the mountain is a holy well called Saint Furseys which is reputed to have a cure for eye complaints.<br />
Leaving town at 08.30 we made our way westwards. The day was dry. We stopped in Glenbeigh at the Towers hotel for some tea / coffee and also managed to get a scone eventually. Arriving at our destination we put on our gear, our route was the pilgrimage path to the summit. This has been a place of pilgrimage for millennia, from pre Christian Era to present time. In 1884 / 1885 the fourteen stations of the Cross were erected along the path that zig zags to the summit. A large cross and altar were erected on top at the behest of Canon Brosnan of Cahersiveen in 1884.<br />
The path traverses the western flank of the mountain. As we gained altitude the views opened up. Caherciveen to the south west with Valentia island and the Skelligs.The Blasket islands and Dingle peninsula to the north with the sparkling waters of Dingle bay in between. Conditions under foot were good, but wet in places as could be expected, after all it is the Hill of the Wells. It’s a steady but not too demanding climb to the top.<br />
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Towards the summit we got some mist and donned our rain gear. Visibility was poor as we climbed the final steep slope to the top. Here we rested up and had refreshments sheltering at the side of the substantial altar...<br />
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Refreshed we decided to continue eastwards along the ridge..to our left were gaping cliffs tumbling down to the valley floor. We went on a few hundred meters in poor visibility..then like a curtain being pulled aside the mist lifted and we were treated to fantastic views..the Glendalough lakes hundreds of feet below... and the Iveragh Peninsula all around. It was ample reward for the effort.... We then retraced our steps and eventually reached the car park...well done to everyone. Also it was good to see some new faces..some made a stop at the Towers for refreshments on the way home..<br />
It was an excellent day out and a route that will be repeated, next time hopefully continuing on to a Kells....<br />
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“ To find a mountain path all by oneself gives a greater feeling of strength<br />
than to take a path that is shown “. ...............Karen Horney<br />
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<br />Kanturk Hillwalkers & Mountain Climbers Prohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01388350539247713786noreply@blogger.com0Killurly East, Co. Kerry, Ireland51.986457955393163 -10.19277741887685851.96689695539316 -10.233117918876857 52.006018955393166 -10.152436918876859tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-727077973769919522.post-72890657648602086632019-08-03T02:09:00.002-07:002019-08-03T02:11:04.837-07:00Carrauntoohill -Going Up " The Big One "<br />
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On Sunday July 28th the Club Outing was to Carrauntoohill. As usual we left Kanturk at 8.30am to meet up at the staring point at Cronin's Yard . For a minimal charge this place is very handy in that you can a have a cuppa before you start if you want, a place to change your gear or have a shower after, your car and belongings are safe and you have a fine newly refurbished cafe to come back to afterwards.<br />
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Our chose route was by the Brother O'Sheas Gully route which was very suitable to the group of 17 that we had with a good cross section of our members in that it gave everyone a good chance to do the climb. There is no easy way to climb Carrauntoohill. This route named after a local Brother O'Shea is the second most popular route to the top.<br />
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The weather at this point was overcast, cloudy and misty with an odd drizzle thrown in.<br />
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On reaching this point you are left with one last climb to the peak. On reaching the top the rain came down on us which was disappointing as the forecast had been good but up here those rules do not apply. That is why you appreciate the good sunny days here to see all the views. But on this occasion it was not to be.<br />
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We took a quick group photo with a hurried snack before we set off again, no hanging around today. Our chose way down was to go by the Zig Zag route as the other routes may be quicker but taking in the rain and its flow off would make the Devils Ladder & Heavenly Gates descent routes very messy & slippy and anyway even though it is longer the Zig Zag Route is by far an easier route down.<br />
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As we came down along & as we came below the cloud the views opened up again and as you look around you see the vast rugged landscape & its beauty,<br />
As we came to the bottom all that was left to do was the 45 min. walk in & back to Cronin's Yard glad with the fact everyone was back safe.<br />
There is 2 things here in that you always respect this mountain & keep a good concentration and with that it gives everyone a chance to complete it which is always an achievement no matter how many times you do it.<br />
Off to Cronin's yard we go for a change of clothes before some refreshments.<br />
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<br />Kanturkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15793283791512627262noreply@blogger.com0Carrauntoohil, Coomcallee, Co. Kerry, Ireland51.998955 -9.743222100000025426.476920500000002 -51.051816100000025 77.5209895 31.565371899999974tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-727077973769919522.post-85759330019179230652019-07-15T15:28:00.000-07:002019-07-16T13:29:14.754-07:00Muckcross To Lord Brandons Cottage<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On Sunday 14 July ( Bastille day) Vive la France, the club outing was to Killarney. In Mediterranean type weather we left a town at 08.30. We travelled to Mucross house where we parked up. We headed for Torc waterfall and continued up the steps, to join the Old Kenmare road. As we were a large group we formed into two smaller groups. The first group then went ahead with the second group to follow after an interval of 10 minutes. The second group had some navigational issues to find the Kenmare road and after a vigorous work out we eventually got on track.<br />
The sun shone from a cloudless azure sky as we made our way along the valley between Torc and Mangerton, with the Owengarriffe river to our left. Then on to Esknamucky glen between Cromuglan and Stumpacommeen mountains. Reaching the junction for Galways bridge we followed the path to Derrycunnihy church by the N71. We rested here and crossed the busy road onto the path for Lord Brandon’s cottage. The path which was formerly a Mass path is down through old oak woods.<br />
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It is approximately three kilometers from the Derrycunnihy to the cottage. As you descend there are some great views of the Upper Lake. Finally the path levels off to reach Lord Brandon’s cottage. There isn’t much left of the old cottage and the crumbling tower. But a modern cafe is situated here serving very welcome refreshments... The cottage which belonged to Lord Brandon was probably used as a hunting and fishing lodge , which were the pursuits of the gentry. The tower can still be seen behind the cafe. It has an interesting history. Apparently it was built by Lord Brandon to keep his wife under house arrest... In 1829 he discovered some love letters from Lord Melbourne to his wife. He was a very possessive man and had his wife confined to the house. She complained that she couldn’t get enough air so he commissioned the tower to incarcerate her... The whole scandal hit the courts and became public. Lord Brandon unsuccessful sued Lord Melbourne for “criminal conversations “ with his wife. Lord Brandon fled to France to avoid the publicity and died there in 1832. The whole affair didn’t do any harm to Melbourne who went on to become Prime Minister of Britain in 1834. He was a friend and adviser to Queen Victoria. Melbourne went on to have several affairs and was sued unsuccessfully by another irate husband...After refreshments we headed to the lake where three boats were waiting to take us on a magical trip through the Upper lake onto Mucross <br />
lake and finally to Lough Lein where we disembarked and continued by foot to the car park at Mucross House. The boatman was very informative and pointed out landmarks along the way. Eagles nest, Elephant Rock , old famine houses etc. The scenery was spectacular with the mountains rising skywards all around.<br />
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Reaching the car park headed homewards. There would be no post walk tea / coffee today. The club BBQ was timed for 18.00 at the Alley Bar...<br />
As we gathered in the Alley the BBQ was in full swing, with a mouthwatering array of food ready.<br />
Burgers, sausages, chicken and kebabs. Salads, rice and pasta. As if that wasn’t enough there was pavlova, apple tart , trifle and an assortment of other goodies for deserts.....<br />
It was truly a memorable day. The walk the boat trip and the BBQ were top class and enjoyed by everyone....<br />
Thanks to all who helped in anyway. Those who brought food, those who prepared the salads etc. those who organized boats and walk.<br />
Cronin’s butchers who gave an excellent deal on the BBQ food. The Alley Bar and staff. And anyone who helped in anyway.....a special thanks again this year to master chef supreme Cha.<br />
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everything has twice it’s usual value “. .............. G M Trevelyan Kanturk Hillwalkers & Mountain Climbers Prohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01388350539247713786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-727077973769919522.post-13130738827175031552019-07-01T15:24:00.004-07:002019-07-03T14:28:15.645-07:00Coumshingaun 2019<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On Sunday 30 June 2019 the club walk was the Coumshingaun lake loop walk in East Waterford. Leaving town at 08.30 we drove the picturesque Blackwater valley,through the towns of Mallow, Fermoy into County Waterford. On then to the heritage town of Lismore with it’s castle , Irish home to the Duke of Devonshire . The Comeraghs are between the towns of Clonmel and Carrick on Suir in Tipperary and the villages of Kilmackthomas and Kilrossanty in Waterford.<br />
Finally reaching Leamybrien we stopped for tea / coffee at the busy Applegreen service station. Refreshed we continued on to Kilclooney Wood. Parking up we changed into our hiking gear. The car park was full. The fine weather had brought the people out , and like ourselves they had answered the call of the hills.<br />
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We made our way through some forestry and reaching a forest road we turned right past a fake tree disguising a telecommunications mast. Then over a style turning west we headed for a rock formation that to some looked like a rabbit , and to more it looks like a frog. This is quite a steep ascent but behind us the lush countryside of Waterford reveals itself in all it’s glory. The large sweep of Dungarven Bay is off to the south. Arriving at the rock we rest, before attempting the push up to the southern side of Coumshingaun. Gaining altitude with the Lough on our right we reached the formidable rocky outcrops that stand sentinel above the gullys that plunge down to the lake a few hundred meters below. After some scrambling the ground levels off into a pleasant ridge walk. Then there is a fairly steep ascent up a narrow path and care must be taken. <br />
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Finally we reach a plateau on Fauscoum mountain. Fauscoum is the highest peak on the Comeragh Mountains at 792 meters. We didn’t go to the summit which was approximately 500 meters further west. We turned north to walk the back wall of the lake. The weather was good and the rain that threatened never materialized. Though the day was good there was a haze in the distance that limited our view. However we could see the toll bridge in Waterford city. As well as into counties Kilkenny and Wexford. There were ample opportunities for photos. The Comeragh Mountains were home to a gang of outlaws led by William Crotty in the early 1700s. He was the local Robin Hood who rode down from his hideout in this remote spot to rob the wealthy. He distributed some of his loot to the poor but kept a good portion for expenses. He led the Redcoats on a merry dance for years, it was said he shod his horse with the shoes turned backwards to confuse the army.The British finally captured him when he was betrayed by his close companion, David Norris...no not that David... Anyway he was captured on 16 Feb. 1742. Tried on the 17 March, hanged and quartered and his head cut off and planted on a spear outside the county jail. His wife on hearing this threw herself from the cliffs and died. He is reported to have a great hoard of treasure hidden in the Comeraghs. His ghost can sometimes be seen riding a Snow White horse guarding his treasure. We didn’t meet him today but I’d imagine if we were up there for the winter solstice we might.<br />
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When we reached the rocky outcrop of Stookangarriffe ,we stopped for some welcome refreshments. We rested and admired the beautiful lush countryside spread out below us...<br />
We then made our way down a fairly steep slope and finally crossed the stream that exits the lake. We continued east and finally the rabbit rock came into view. We were on the home straight and soon reached the forest track and car park....we changed and it was decided to call to Foley's Lismore for refreshments... we had eaten here before and again we were not disappointed... Everyone seemed to really enjoy the day....<br />
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“ Look deep into nature<br />
and you will understand<br />
everything better “....................Albert EinsteinKanturk Hillwalkers & Mountain Climbers Prohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01388350539247713786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-727077973769919522.post-84670407969896956622019-06-23T09:05:00.000-07:002019-06-23T11:45:33.842-07:00Summer solstice 2019On Saturday 22 June the Summer Solstice club walk was up the West Pap. As the last of the night owls staggered homewards , we left town at 02.00 heading west to Clonkeen. The Paps are associated with the goddess Danu she was known of throughout Europe as well as Ireland.The Paps have been the site of Pagan rituals for thousands of years. Speeding through the sleeping countryside we arrived at our destination, the southern slopes of the Paps. Parking up we donned our gear complete with head torches. First we walked up a forestry road before crossing a gate onto open mountain. There is a fairly sharp incline for a while. Eventually we pass a gate and contoured in a South westerly direction. We then turned north and followed a reasonably defined track. By now visibility was greatly reduced as we were walking in fog. However we made steady progress , gaining altitude with every step. Unlike last year ,we couldn’t see the lights of any village or town. Our vision confined to the limits of our head torches. Making good time we decided to take shelter in the lee of some rocks as we didn’t want to summit too soon. Morning twilight was fighting a battle against the fog. Slowly it was getting the upper hand. When it was time for the final assault on the summit we were able to proceed without the aid of torches. Ground conditions were good. A stiff southerly breeze began to pick up. By the time we reached the summit of West Pap at 690 meters it was quite blustery. We were glad find shelter on the northern side of the large cairn. The breeze however did not shift the fog. Looking 48 degrees North East where the sun was expected to appear at anytime between 05.08 and 05.15 depending on which website you checked, it didn’t bode well for us. We had some refreshments and waited in anticipation. At approximately 05.07 the suns golden rays painted the sky a dazzling variety of orange and pinks and yellows............ But between this kaleidoscope of color, and us was a bank of thick cloud obscuring our view.<br />
We headed back down into the breeze , as we descended it began to wane. We retraced our steps and eventually reached the car park. As we were changing, the midgets were.about to get active.<br />
It was decided to call to O Riordans Kanturk for some wholesome food...While we may not have seen the sunrise this year, never the less it was an excellent hike. You felt a connection with the people and the rituals which been part of this sacred mountain for millennia..<br />
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On Sunday 16 June 2019 the club walk was the Devil’s Punchbowl circuit in the majestic Mangerton mountain range.Mangerton is the only mountain visible from the Main Street in Killarney. We left town at 08.30 and travelled west. The day was dry and sunny. The forecast was for showers at 12.30. We arrived at the starting point and geared up. Initially we walked on level wet ground through Cormicks haggard which was the site of a famous battle in 1262 when the McCarthys halted the Norman invasion into the kingdom. We continued southwards up the northern slopes of Mangerton at a brisk pace now gaining altitude. To our right the lakes were spread out below. With Killarney off in the distance. Underfoot conditions were reasonably good and we made steady progress. Stopping now and then to admire the views , and give our lungs a chance. Soon the terrain leveled off and we contoured south west for a while. We then veered south to bring us to approx mid way above the Devil’s Punchbowl. A stiff breeze awaited when we arrived. Below the waves were scurrying across the lake.According to Irish Mythology a local chieftain O’Donoghue Ross dined with the devil. They had an argument and O’Donoghue punched him in the nose. He then took himself off down the mountain. The devil in his rage bit off the top of Mangerton and flung it after the quickly departing O’ Donoghue. It missed him and landed in Muckross lake , there is an island on the lake called Devils island. The resultant hole is the Devils Punchbowl. A more likely explanation is that it was caused by glacial erosion.Here we rested up for a little while and took the opportunity for a quick snack Refreshed we headed south east to circumnavigate the lake in a clockwise direction. After some level walking we reached the coll between Mangerton and Mangerton North Top.<br />
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This is a relatively narrow coll. To our right the Punchbowl and on our left a sheer 300 meters below us the waters of Lough Erhogh in the Horses glen. We headed south up the arete with a little bit of scrambling. Reaching the top we kept the Punchbowl to our right and continued until we crossed the Owengarriffe river that exits the Punchbowl.It winds its way down to Muckross lake forming the famous Torc waterfall on its journey. We rested up and had a lunch break. Above us we could see the mountain top was clouding up, and soon disappeared from view. We were lucky on top we had excellent views. The promised rain was about to come. We continued downwards eventually the rain arrived. Nothing for it now but to keep going. Reaching the cars we changed and it was decided to call to the Torc hotel for tea / coffee ect. There were some in the group who were climbing Mangerton for the first time. Well done to them and to those who gave encouragement. Mangerton is the 10 th highest mountain in Ireland according to MountainViews website. .......The chowder passed....<br />
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to witness<br />
a thousand<br />
miracles “..............Mary DavisKanturk Hillwalkers & Mountain Climbers Prohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01388350539247713786noreply@blogger.com1Unnamed Road, Ferta, Co. Kerry, Ireland51.969177821267031 -9.4844627380371151.950764821267029 -9.53759373803711 51.987590821267034 -9.4313317380371089tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-727077973769919522.post-49139794327985081962019-06-03T04:21:00.001-07:002019-06-03T04:51:55.222-07:00Galtymore & Galtybeg <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On Sunday 2nd June the club outing was to the Galtee Mountains that straddle the border between Limerick and Tipperary. The day was overcast but dry as we headed east. Stopping in the hilltop village of Kildorrery for tea / coffee. From here there are great views towards the Galtees.<br />
Onwards we sped through the lush countryside of North Cork. Turning left off the N8 outside Kilbeheny we finally arrived at King’s yard. We changed into our gear, and headed up the southern slopes of Galtees on a rough track. After a few hundred meters we veered north east, across open mountain gaining a little bit of altitude. We then descended to cross the Attyechraan river. We set our course South West and gaining height we linked up with the Black Road. We headed North towards Galtybeg on a firm track. As we gained altitude a freshening southwestern breeze began to pick up. The Knockmealdown mountains and the Comeraghs were visible to the south. Slightly off the Black Road on the slopes of Knockeenatoung there is a monument in the shape of a plane’s tail fin. It commentates a plane crash in September 20 th. 1976 , when three men, founding members of Abbeyshrule aero club died.Eventually the Black Road petered out and we turned north west on the final push up to the summit of Galtybeg at 799.2 meters. By now we were being well tested by the wind , and were glad to find shelter in the lee of some rocks at the summit. Here in relative comfort we dined overlooking Borhee Lough , the Aherlow valley and Tipperary town in the distance.<br />
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The Galtee wall is approximately 3.5 kilometers long and was built in 1878. It separates the Dawson-Massey estate in the north from the Galtee estate in the south. It took up to 40 men 4 years to build . It gave much needed employment during a time of economic depression. It was built in the Scottish style. After following the wall for some time we veered southwards down to a stream that flows into the Attychraan river.<br />
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Here here by the river there are the ruins of a dwelling, and a stand of trees. By the base of one tree there is a plastic container with a notebook and pencil. It is left there for people to sign. We duly singed it. Turning the pages we found that Kanturk Hillwalkers had signed in on 23 April 2018. Some members of that trip were present again today. From here on it was level walking on good path back to King’s yard. There are good facilities here. It was decided to call to the Firgrove in Mitchelstown to have the customary post climb debrief. A fantastic day out in challenging conditions that pushed outside our comfort zone. Well done to all....<br />
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On Sunday 5 th. May the club outing was to Moylussa in County Clare. On a lovely brisk morning we left town at 08.30 and headed to Limerick. Then on to the M7 turning off at the Killaloe / Ballina junction. Here we stopped at the Applegreen service station for tea / coffee. We then continued to Ballina crossing the mighty Shannon over the 13 arch stone bridge into Killaloe in the Banner county of Clare.Birthplace of Brian Boro 941-1014 high king of Ireland from 1002 until his untimely death at Clontarf in1014. Brian ruled Ireland from Killaloe which was effectively capital of Ireland that time. Another man born here was the legendary Keith Wood , Ireland captain, Munster and Lions hooker. Keith opened a coffee shop here in 2018.<br />
Turning right in Killaloe we continued to the car park at Ballycuggarn Wood on the banks of Lough Derg. It’s claimed that the oak from this area was used to roof Westminister Hall. Much of the oak was used for shipbuilding and to feed the fires of the iron furnaces. The oak forests are long gone.The name Ballycuggarn dates back to the 10 century and is called after the O’ Cuggeran family supporters of Brian Boru.<br />
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After changing into our hiking gear we crossed the busy road and proceeded on a path upwards under a canopy of beech. As we gained altitude the broad expanse of Lough Derg sparkled in the sun below us. Starting at almost sea level the climb is steep. The views as we climb are stunning.<br />
Beech now gives way to Sitka spruce , Norway spruce , and Nobel fir. Part of this climb follows the East Clare way marked with the ubiquitous yellow man markers. ( One wonders how long before the PC brigade insist they be called the yellow person markers ).<br />
We are now contouring the northern flank of Feenlea mountain. Eventually we leave the forest path and venture onto open mountain. After some time we came to a sleepered section which leads to a stone stating a height of 1748 ft. However apparently this is not the highest point. This is a little further on.<br />
We decided to push on to the official summit at 532 meters.This turned out to be featureless. However there were panoramic views from here. Northwards Scarriff , Mountshannon and County Galway . To the west the Shannon estuary. Eastward the Arra mountains and the Silvermines. To the south the Galtees. We decided to have a break and refreshments here. Refreshed , with the weather so fine we continued south westwards to the summit of Cragnamurragh at 526 meters. Here we were rewarded with picture post card scenery. Proving that no county has a monopoly on beauty. Though clever marketing may try to persuade us otherwise. Here there is a trig point to mark the summit, unlike Moylussa. This trig point has an interesting history. According to the Dublin Evening Post in 1828 the local community of Glenomera helped the Ordinance Surveyors to build the trig station.<br />
Apparently a large crowd ascended on the mountain “ Borne up by music from flutes , pipes and violins , and accompanied by young women carrying laurel leaves “. However the locals insisted in calling the trig point after Daniel O’ Connell the Liberator. The Surveyors were not welcome in most places as the were representatives of the Crown,and were a branch of the military. Today there were no flutes or pipes or young women carrying laurel leaves. We savored the views. There was a steep drop to the south. After relaxing here we retraced our steps north eastward. Skirting the summit of Moylussa we came to the plaque at the end of the sleepered section and proceeded down the mountain. Below us the Mediterranean blue Lough Derg was resplendent in the sun. We encountered many walkers on our hike. Young and old enjoying the sunshine. Finally we reached the car park. Again there were lots of people about enjoying the wonderful countryside.<br />
We changed and it was decided to call to the Lake Hotel in Ballina for tea / coffee. There was a great buzz in the twin towns of a Killaloe / Ballina. People enjoying the Bank holiday weekend.<br />
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There was a slight mix up and some ended up in Flanagan’s and more in the Lake Hotel. However this did in no way spoil what was a wonderful day out. Everyone enjoyed a fabulous hike in glorious weather in the Banner county. These are the days that make it all worthwhile.<br />
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back home “.................. Mary Davis<br />
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<br />Kanturk Hillwalkers & Mountain Climbers Prohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01388350539247713786noreply@blogger.com1Ballycuggaran, Co. Clare, Ireland52.838699878824933 -8.4716469781554952.819515378824931 -8.51198747815549 52.857884378824934 -8.4313064781554914tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-727077973769919522.post-85466667256723038042019-04-22T05:27:00.000-07:002019-04-22T14:12:29.726-07:00Knockmealdown 2019<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On Saturday 20 th April the club outing was to the Knockmealdown mountains. We left town on a beautiful morning. Traveling through Mitchelstown , Ballyporeen and Clogheen to arrive at our starting point below Bay Lough. Changing into our walking gear, we headed south through the rhododendrons up a fairly steep incline. Finally our path leveled out and the corrie lake of Bay Lough was spread out before us. The surrounding hills reflected in its brooding dark waters. There is a haunting beauty about it. The lake is reported to be bottomless. It also said to be frequented by a 19 th century lady called Petticoat Loose. This lady of ill repute is supposed to have been banished by the local parish priest. ( Didn’t they rule the roost back then ). Her punishment was to empty the lake with a thimble. At twilight she can sometimes be seen on the far bank trying to tryin to accomplish her impossible task. ( A bit like Teresa May. Poor woman ).<br />
Skirting the lake we climbed gradually up to the large car park, on the Tipperary Waterford border. There were lots of people around enjoying the summer like weather. Runners, walkers, scramble bikers each to their own, taking advantage of the mountains.<br />
Crossing the road we had a sharp climb up Sugarloaf hill, after awhile we veered eastwards to reach the coll between Sugarloaf and Knockmealdown. The weather was warm and sunny. Conditions underfoot were excellent. Reaching the wall that marks the boundaries of Waterford and Tipperary we followed it to the summit of Knockmealdown at 794 meters. The highest point in Waterford.<br />
From here you can see the rich farmland of Tipperary and the Galtee mountains to the north. To the south Waterford and Cork with the Blackwater snaking seaward between them. The south coast by Youghal and Dungarvin can also be seen .However there was a heat haze in the distance which limited our visibility. Nevertheless the views were stunning with a rich tapestry of lush country spread out below us.<br />
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After a while our attention was drawn to a small figure in the valley to the north. Heading towards the steep slope up the side of Knockmealdown. The hiker began climbing at a steady pace uphill. Never faltering. He had all our attention now as he relentlessly continued upwards. We watched him until he finally crested the ridge...<br />
Refreshed we retraced our steps and headed towards Sugarloaf. On our way we met the man who had unknowingly kept us entertained during our lunch break. All he wanted was a drink of water which he was gladly given.<br />
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We continued on to the summit of Sugarloaf from there we headed north down a well defined path.<br />
This was knee jarring in places but eventually leveled off as we came to Grubbs monument.<br />
Samuel Grubb was interred here standing upright in 1921. According to his wishes.<br />
Apparently Samuel people had been Quakers. But they had been removed from the Quakers for<br />
“ engaging in amusements or entertainments of a hurtful or injurious tendency “ more specifically for attending Balls at which music and dancing form a chief part and which are forbidden by the rules of the Society..... Not much cracic in the Quakers.<br />
On reaching the Vee we made our way by road walk to the car.<br />
It was decided to stop at Hallys bar in Clogheen to see the Munster v Saracens match and some tea coffee. Hallys is an iconic bar. However they had Sky but no food. The Firgrove in Mitchelstown had food but no Sky... people decided to forgo the match..<br />
A great days walking in brilliant weather.<br />
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and let your soul catch up...........Scottish proverbKanturk Hillwalkers & Mountain Climbers Prohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01388350539247713786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-727077973769919522.post-67625164864725843862019-04-07T16:07:00.001-07:002019-04-10T15:33:58.056-07:00Derrycunnihy to Peakeen<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sunday 7 th April the club walk was from Derrycunnihy to Peakeen mountain.Leaving town on a sunny crisp morning the temperature was one degree. Traveling west the mountains were obscured by fog. However by Rathmore the fog had lifted and the Derrynasaggart Mountains were revealed in all their glory. The temperature was also rising by Barraduff it had reached three degrees.<br />
Eventually we reached our parking spot at Derrycunnihy church. It was now a pleasant sunny day and the mercury was at seven. Derrycunnihy church was built in 1890 and served as a Catholic Church.<br />
It is now in disuse and sadly falling into disrepair. It has a fine copper covered spire. It is a beautiful building that should be preserved and put to some use. There is a well known ghost story attached to it. Apparently several years ago a young girl was killed off her bicycle near it. She can be seen sometimes wandering around near the church dressed in white. Sometimes at night she can appear in a car that would pass that way. Only the driver of the car can see her,in the rear view mirror sitting in the back seat.No one else in the car would see her. Then when the car would pass where she had lived, she would vanish. Derrycunnihy is a remote and lonely place, I would certainly be in no hurry to drive that road late at night. If I saw her in the back seat, I’d be wandering around there myself the following night ....dead as well.<br />
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After putting on our gear we headed up to the old Kenmare road. This is a nineteenth century road from Kenmare to Killarney. Heading south the going was flat, we cris crossed a meandering stream. Then there was a pull as we ascended to the Windy gap. Ahead of us we could see the trig point at the summit of Peakeen at 555 meters, to our right. We were in the valley between Peakeen and Knockanaguish on our left. Altering our course, we headed south, southwest and up the rock scarred Eastern flank of Peakeen. This is a sharp climb.There is no definitive path, but it is advisable to stay well to the right and away from the slabs of rock that guard the eastern approach to the summit. After a gut wrenching climb we reached the top of the ridge. From here the views are stunning. To the north in the valley immediately below us the paternoster lakes Erik Lough,Lough Nacunna and Glas Lough. Purple mountain in the distance. The Reeks to the northwest.<br />
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On the ridge we set our course south and after a final push reached the rocky summit of Peakeen, with it’s trig point perched on a slab of rock. Here we had a panoramic view. All the huffing and puffing was well rewarded. Kenmare Bay sparkled to south. The Beara Peninsula and the Caha mountains .<br />
In the shelter of the rocks we had some refreshments. Then we retraced our steps and headed downhill. The terrain is steep here and care is needed. Thankfully everyone made it down safely.<br />
On reaching the old Kenmare road it was a pleasant stroll back to the car park.<br />
There were several groups on the mountain. Including some who had camped by the stream.<br />
Coming along the old road the ruins of houses can be seen. Also walled in fields which must have been farmed long ago. It was a harsh environment to eke out a living, no suckler payments from Europe and no headage grants. No doubt the people who lived here gave their hard won few pence,to build the church that is now falling down at Derrycunnihy. Their descendants probably are in Boston or Sydney l hope life is kinder to them.<br />
Arriving at the cars we changed. Some had other engagements while some of us continued to Mucross house for tea / coffee . It was a very enjoyable day in excellent weather for walking.<br />
Definitely one to do again. I forgot to mention that we met lots of deer along the way as well as some sheep, lambs and wild goats of the four legged variety.<br />
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“ Most people<br />
will talk the talk,<br />
few people will walk the walk;<br />
be amongst those few.” ..........................Dr. Steve Maraboli<br />
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On Sunday 24 February the club walk was on Torc Mountain in Killarney. We left town on a grey overcast day. As we traveled west the sky brightened. Reaching our destination we found the car park full. Some volunteers were engaged in clearing fallen timber, and battling with the ubiquitous rhododendrons.This invasive shrub is destroying the native habitat. Full marks to the volunteers who give of their time so that we can enjoy the national park. We had to park at the Torc Waterfall Park.<br />
Today we had two options. One was to go up the Cardiac Steps , or to start at the old Kenmare road car park. There were no takers for the second option.<br />
Suitably dressed we set off. Our path took us parallel to the N71, we crossed it and continued along a track until we came to a branch to the left. The steps start here.<br />
From here it's practically straight up the north face of Torc Mt. , through woodland and rhododendrons. Behind us views of Kilarney's lakes opening up. Up & up the steps went, we pondered why we didn't take the second option , maybe we had made the wrong decision. As our lungs and legs ached. Still like the British & Brexit, even though we had doubts about our choice we ploughed on<br />
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The path up the south flank of Torc is mostly sleepered. Below us the Old Kenmare road snakes through through the valley.<br />
Finally we reached the summit at 535 meters. There was a sharp breeze, so we found some shelter.<br />
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Here we had refreshments. Thick fog was blowing, but occasionally the veil would lift slightly to offer tantalizing views of the lakes and the Black Valley. Torc Mountain is part of the Mangerton range. As any one from Kanturk area would know Torc means boar. Legend has it that Finn killed a boar with a golden spear on the mountain. We retraced our steps.<br />
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We turned right crossing the Owengarriffe river. Down we went with the river tumbling through the undergrowth below us to our left. Torc Waterfall came into view with the usual gaggle of tourists. Eventually we reached the car park. It was a good day out and the weather held up. Nice to see such big group out. Young and young at heart... Rugby and Soccer matches on TV meant that people were anxious to get home so the usual tea / coffee was not really an option.<br />
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On Sunday 10 February the club outing was to the Ballyhoura Mountains. The Ballyhouras run for approx six miles east to west on the border of Cork and Limerick. The sky was pregnant with rain to the west, but to the east they looked clear. Arriving at the trailhead on the road to Ardpatrick, we parked up and put on our walking gear. There are good facilities here with a shop and toilets etc. Mountain bikes can be hired out here from Trailriders.ie. The largest network of mountain bike trails in Ireland are here. However the longest downhill run is nearer to home on Mount Hillary.<br />
The morning was cold but dry so far. We set off at a lively gait, on a track heading south east,over looking the rich pastures of Ballyorgan. Across the valley the Victorian Castle Oliver could be seen.<br />
With it’s 21 rooms and 12 bathrooms, it boasts the largest wine 🍷 cellar in Ireland, with approx 55,000 bottles...... It is open to the public from May to September....the House only,not the cellar.<br />
It was here that Kim Kardashian (Whoever she is ) and Kanye West spent part of their honeymoon.<br />
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Crossing the public road we veered North West and up a steep track. Here we met some flurries of snow. Upwards we went and then came to the sleepers section, we were greeted with driving hail head on. We rested in the lee of some rocks, before we began our final assault to the summit of Seefin at 528 meters. Refresh we continued and reached the trig point of the highest point of the Ballyhouras. We had reasonably good views of the verdant plains of Cork and Limerick. A faint glimps of Mount Hillary could be seen in the distance. Seefin is thought to be an angalicised version of Sui Finn, Finns seat. He wouldn’t linger long here today because of the cutting breeze.<br />
Photos taken we continued on to Castle Philip. From here it was all mostly downhill. There was a noticeable increase in temperature as we descended. Down then onto forest paths until we reached the car park.<br />
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After changing, some had to leave for home, and more stopped for the tea / coffee and chat at the Gallery in Mallow. It was good to see such a large turnout, and great to see some new faces.....<br />
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On Sunday Oct. 28th the Club had a Bus trip to do part of The Kerry Way Stage from Sneem to Kenmare. Again we left town at 8am with a good travelling party of 14 to head off to West Kerry and our starting point of the Blackwater bridge. As usual with our club we use Kealy's Coaches who always offer us a good service and a luxury bus for our trip.<br />
Our destination was the Blackwater Bridge between Kenmare & Sneem which was our starting point of our walk on the Kerry Way walking route which goes all around the famed Ring of Kerry. No matter how many times you come here you still marvel at the beauty of this part of the country. Our walk started along the shoreline of Kenmare Bay and looking across at the Beara Peninsula and other places we have been earlier in the year.<br />
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After a while we came back onto the main Ring of Kerry Road until around Templenoe we veered onto country roads and a bit of climbing as well but this left us with complete views over the Kenmare bay below which is stunning at every angle that you look at it from. After a while as we gained altitude we got a view of the Magillycuddy Reeks to our left and these were showing the first signs of winter as they were snow capped and looking awesome. The skies at this stage were clear overhead and the snow on the mountain tops made for good viewing.<br />
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As we progressed along the country roads & forest paths with The Reeks on one side & Kenmare Bay on the other and heading for our one climb of the day to the Gortnamullen Peak this day was getting better by the step. After a while on this 18 Km. trip the first sight of Kenmare came into view, which has to be said is one lovely town with plenty of character. We headed to our destination which was Foleys Bar & Restaurant . Again we must thank them for their help as they left us drop our bags there in the morning.<br />
One part of the day & the Bus trip was everyone to sit down & have a meal after without having to drive home after. This creates a great bond within our members as everyone gets a chance to talk & have a bit of Craic with some good food.<br />
This trip probably signals the end of our ' Big' days out for the season as the clocks have changed to Winter time so for the next few months as our Club walks do not stop but our days out will be just closer to home .<br />
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On Sunday 14 Oct on a beautiful clear morning, with a slight touch of frost we left town at 08.30. We were headed to Muckross House in Killarney. As the morning fog along the Blackwater valley burned off, the Derrynasaggart mountains were in sharp relief against a blue sky to our left, in front of us the Reeks could be seen.<br />
Arriving at Muckross we changed into our gear,and went to the cafe for tea / coffee. Outside the windows the lush parklands stretched out before us, with Torc Mountain as a backdrop. The summit of Torc Mountain at 535 meters was to be the highest point of our walk.<br />
The first part of the walk took us through gravel paths on level ground before we crossed the N 71.<br />
Then we were climbing gradually through woodland and finally we reached the path on our left. This is the start of what seems a never ending stone staircase. Up and up they go all the while fantastic views of the lakes coming into view behind us. On our right buried somewhere in the dense <br />
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undergrowth,the gurgling sound of water can be heard through the laboured breathing. Up up they go no hiding place here. Finally we reach level ground. Taking a breather here and some photos.<br />
We continue eastwards across the northern face of Torc, loosing some hard won altitude as we go.<br />
Reaching the Old Kenmare Road we set our course South west along the valley between Mangerton and Torc. Then we turn right at the sign for a Torc and follow the sleepered path in a zig zag route to the summit. There are a few false summits along the way. The view from the top was breathtaking Killarney and the lakes to the north. The Reeks to the west, away towards Kenmare to the south. To the east the Ballyhoura and Galtees could be seen. I may be wrong but I think that Mount Hillary was also visible. The weather was excellent and the views were crystal clear no haze. We ate and relaxed for a while taking in the views. Being such a good day there was a great mixture of people about. From foreign tourists to locals to day trippers like ourselves. Both young and not so young. I spotted one little man , dummy in mouth walking up not a bother on him.<br />
We retraced our steps. This being rutting season the throaty roars of the stags could be heard from the slopes of Mangerton. As starry eyed stags went in search of willing does...Rutting comes from the Latin Rugire meaning to roar...With testosterone levels high the stags can be very dangerous and aggressive at this time and are best avoided.<br />
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We reached the old Kenmare Road and took the route that would pass by Torc Waterfall. With the Owengarriffe river rushing headlong to the falls on our left, we continued down the stepped path. There was the usual swarm of tourists around the waterfall.<br />
We crossed the N71 into the grounds of Muckross and made our way back to the car park.<br />
It was a great days walking in ideal conditions.<br />
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“ Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.<br />
Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees “........... John Muir.<br />
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<br />Kanturk Hillwalkers & Mountain Climbers Prohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01388350539247713786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-727077973769919522.post-77108577412103230902018-09-18T04:46:00.001-07:002018-09-18T22:55:43.374-07:00Cumeengeera HorseshoeNow that my biro has dried out the blog can finally be written. On Saturday 15 Sept. the club had originally planned to do the Gougane Barra loop,however it was changed to the Cumeengeera Horseshoe route. This is in the rugged Beara peninsula bordering Cork and Kerry. We set off westwards towards Kenmare on a dry morning.<br />
Arriving in Kenmare we stopped for tea / coffee, before heading through Lauragh and to the start of the hike at Shronebirrane stone circle. This is at the head of Rabach’s glen. Called after Cornelius “Rabach” o Sullivan. Rabach means violent in Irish and Con earned his nickname well. In 1800 he murdered a sailor who called to his door one bad stormy wet night looking for shelter. He later murdered a woman who had witnessed the crime and had threatened to inform the police. Eventually he was caught and hanged in Tralee Gaol in 1831.... We climbed the Horseshoe in an anti clockwise direction. The weather was excellent but the climb was a thigh burning slog to reach the 490 meter mark. On then to the ridge leading to Tooth mountain. We traversed to the north of the summit then headed south west to Coomacloghane. There was a stiff headwind but we made steady progress. The views were absolutely fantastic towards the Iveragh Peninsula and beyond Valencia island and the Schellig. South towards Kilcrohane and the Sheep’s Head. Across to the East we could pick out the Paps. It was a glorious day to be on the hills and all the effort to climb paid off. On we went keeping the Cummeengeera glen to our left. Following the ridge to Eskatarriff summit all the while spectacular views alround. Eskatarriff east top was next. To our right the rocky ledges of Hungry hills north flank could be seen as well as Glanmore lake. We altered our course here and instead of heading north east over the summit of Lackabane, it was decided to contour around it. In hindsight this was not a good idea. However hindsight always has 20/20 vision.We continued on hoping to pick up the route but ominous clouds formed and soon the rain came pouring down... with a fairly strong gale... Suddenly a great day out was fast becoming not such a great one. Thoughts of Con “Rabach” passed through our head and the faith of the poor sailor caught in similar circumstances...We regrouped and it was decided that we would exit the mountain as fast and as safely as possible..This we did and while we did not get down where we had intended. We got down safe and well...After an extra bit of unintentional road walking and the assistance of a passing motorist we reached the cars.<br />
While our pride may have been dented, everyone really enjoyed the day and the views. It’s a good call to exit the moutain quickly when bad weather sets in....<br />
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“ It feels good to be lost....in the right direction “ .............Anon.<br />
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Ps. No photos camera waterlogged.Kanturk Hillwalkers & Mountain Climbers Prohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01388350539247713786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-727077973769919522.post-90652415987441469252018-09-03T12:37:00.001-07:002018-09-04T11:46:53.721-07:00Caherconree & Club Barbecue <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For the club outing on Sunday 02/09/18 we travelled west to Camp in County Kerry. Our walk was to the summit of Caherconree. 835 meters over sea level this is the second highest mountain in the Slieve Mish mountains and is the 26 th highest peak in Ireland...lt was a bright clear day when we left town at 08.00.... Someone said the forecast was for passing showers in the Dingle peninsula...how right they were...they omitted however to say how long it would take them to pass. Approaching Blenerville there was a beautiful rainbow over the windmill. But the summit of Caherconree was shrouded in cloud..We stopped here to have coffe / tea. Refreshed we continued to Camp village and turned left up bothhar na gCloch ( Road of the Stones ). Parking up there was some rain so we put on our wet gear... Conditions underfoot were quite boggy and as we made our way uphill the rain<br />
became persistent and heavy.. eventually reaching cloud level visibility was reduced and we arrived at the remains of the stone fort of Cu Roi mac Daire the legendary sorcerer and king of Munster who apparently lived during the Iron Age.The fort is situated about two thirds of the way, it is a national monument, and a protected structure. The mountain bears his name. Using his magic he could rotate the fort to confuse his enemies... He was a buddy of Cúchulainn until they fell out over a woman. Cúchulainn killed him...<br />
With the rain now coming down we trudged up the steep climb to the summit. On a clear day the views from here would take in both sides of the peninsula. Today it was not to be... After a quick stop for photos we retraced our steps. Reaching the fort we had a wet lunch ,before beating a hasty retreat back to the cars..... Here while trying to change out of our sopping clothes, our misery was compounded by 10 million midgets that were waiting to greet us... Cursing and scratching in a cloud of insect repellent we managed to change...While the midgets ingratiated themselves into every opening available to them..<br />
Finally reaching the sanctuary of the Junction Bar the mood lightened considerably as we eat our chowder, fish and chips and had a pint.<br />
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Reaching Kanturk we continued home to get ready for the club BBQ in the Alley Bar...at approx 18.00 we assembled for what was looking like it was going to be Ireland’s first vegan BBQ. However the day was saved when plan B was put into action and soon the delicious smell of cooking sausages and burgers whafted around the bar.... A banquet fit for a king was laid out before us and we all had our fill. A special word of thanks to the people who prepared all the food, and well done to the chef..<br />
There was a great amount of work behind the scenes to put it together....So thanks again. Thanks to the Alley bar also.... I think it’s fair to say everyone enjoyed the evening....What ever about the day.<br />
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On Sunday 19th August we headed west for our walk. Leaving town at 08.00 we journeyed to Killarney,where we met up with some more members. Unlike previous walks the gender balance was biased towards the men.We had a break for tea / coffee and then set of in convoy for Cronin’s yard. Here after some more refreshments, we finally worked out the logistics of conveying our group to the start of the walk at the hydro road, and returning transport to Cronin’s yard for the end of walk. There should be an app for this...<br />
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Finally kitted out we started the thigh burning climb up the hydro road. This is a steep hard slog up the slope of Cnoc Iochtar. After awhile the path turns right and the climb eases off. Eventually you cross a gate and arrive at the old hydro dam at Lough Iochtar at 438 meters.Crossing the outlet we set our course South across some boggy ground then turning South South Eastwards to gain the ridge leading to Caher West top at 975 meters. On our left 500 meters below us was Coomloughra lake shrouded in fog.To our right the Bridia valley also hidden from view. We descended a little then climbed again to reach the summit of Caher the third highest peak in Ireland at 1001 meters. Occasionally the veil of cloud lifted slightly, to afford us tantalizing views to the valley floor. Onwards we trudged around the rim. Descending from Caher we reached a coll, before the short climb up to the Summit of Carrauntoohill....<br />
Here there was quite a crowd so after taking some photos, we began our retreat down towards the Devils ladder. Passing the top of the ladder we continued to the summit of Cnoc na Toinne at 845 meters...<br />
We picked up the zig zag path and began our descent. This time the zig zag presented no difficulty. Unlike our previous decent which was in icy and snow covered conditions.....<br />
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Finally reaching the valley floor we trekked back to Cronin’s yard for a welcome tea / coffee. We managed to see the final few minutes of the All Ireland, where Limerick stumbled over the line to claim victory. We then picked up the cars we had left at the Hydro road car park. Then made our way homeward. It was a great walk. Unfortunately the visibility was poor....but that’s the luck of the draw on the mountains....All in all not a bad day out with the highest and third highest peaks in Ireland conquered.Thanks to the leaders.<br />
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“ Going to the mountains, is going home” ........ John Muir.Kanturk Hillwalkers & Mountain Climbers Prohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01388350539247713786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-727077973769919522.post-35503163825834615442018-08-06T05:40:00.000-07:002019-06-23T12:03:35.522-07:00Coumshingaun loop<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For the club outing on Sunday 5th August we travelled east to County Waterford. We left town at 08.00 headed to Kilclooney wood. Stopping in the heritage town of Lismore for tea /coffee. The weather was a little overcast, but with a promise of sun.<br />
Arriving at an overflowing car park at Kilclooney we were lucky to find parking. It was evident that more people than us had heard the call of the hills...<br />
We changed into our hiking gear, and took the path that meanders through the forest.Reaching a forest road we turned right, and passed the fake tree which disguises a communication mast.<br />
Eventually we reached a stile and turning left up a boulder strewn dry river bed..<br />
Then the serious climb began. Our first destination was a prominent rock shaped like a rabbit, or frog depending on how vivid your imagination is...This was a conversation killer and we made steady progress... Reaching the rock we made our way to the rocky ridge that rises to the south of Coumshingaun Lake.This is a steep climb. To our right the lake came into view. Coumshingaun Lake is apparently one of the best examples of a Corrie lake in Western Europe. Reaching the first of the rocky outcrops, we rested up and admired the rich pastures of Waterford stretched out below us. Upwards we went to another prominent outcrop, then our route leveled out a little. This made for pleasant walking above the great gullies that thumble down to the lake hundreds of meters below.<br />
One final steep ascent now barred our way. This had to be negotiated with the utmost care,as sheer drops yawned left and right to swallow the unwary climber. It was here that the camaraderie and fraternity that exists within the hillwalking community became evident. With strangers sharing their experience and helping one another to overcome obstacles. Finally we reached the broad expanse of <br />
the Comeragh plateau. We were on Fauscoum Mountain the highest point in the Comeraghs at 792 meters. However we did not go to the summit which was five hundred meters further on due west.<br />
Our route was along the back wall of the lake with a sheer drop of 365 meters to the brooding lake.<br />
Here we were literally above the clouds, and it made for very atmospheric walking, with the sun playing hide and seek. On a clear day one can see as far as Hook Head in Wexford, and the Waterford coast. However there was a haze in the distance today...We continued around the rim of the lake and decided to have lunch when we got to the rocky outcrop at Stookangarriffe ridge..<br />
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This is a long knee jarring descent with heather and rocks making it a long slow slog downhill.<br />
Reaching the sanctuary of the rocks, people found their own comfortable niche. Back packs were opened and we feasted on sandwiches, biscuits, cake etc. All finished of with a desert of bilberries foraged from the mountain. Organic food at its best.<br />
Bilberries also known as Fraochans or Whorts are the wild cousins of the Blueberry.<br />
In Ireland especially during the World wars there was a thriving industry exporting them to Britain.<br />
Fighter pilots were convinced that their nighttime vision was improved by eating bilberry produce. Whole parishes took to the hills picking them. They were sold to local dealers who cleaned and exported them. It was said that bilberry money paid off long standing shop bills, bought schoolbooks, bicycles and even provided dowries.In 1941 there were 400 ton exported.<br />
Rested and refreshed we continued, our route was downhill now. Through a boulder strewn path then onto a steep grassy slope where the path disappeared. Then it was a case of slip sliding away down to level ground. We crossed the stream that exits the lake and contoured around the slope. After awhile the frog or rabbit rock came into view. We passed this and made for the corner of the forestry. Finding the boulder strewn riverbed we eventually reached the forest track that brought us back to the car park . We changed out of our hiking gear and it was decided to go to Foley’s on the mall in Lismore for some refreshments.......Eventually after some navigation problems we all made it. The food here was superb. Our chowder experts gave it a thumbs up. Refreshed we made our way home.. It was a really fantastic day out and everyone seemed to enjoy it. It was great to see such a large turnout, and some new members...<br />
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The club outing on Sunday 29 July was to Gleninchaquin Park in the north west side of the beautiful Beara Peninsula. We left town at 08.00 in some what overcast conditions, with a smattering of rain.<br />
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Undaunted we travelled west towards Barraduff. Turning for Glenflesk then through Healy Rea country . We stopped in Kenmare for coffee / tea and to stretch our legs.<br />
Refreshed we carried on. Turning left after a few miles into Gleninchiquin Valley. This long narrow coomb valley was formed approx 70000 years ago by glaciers. The roadway into the head of the valley is a winding torturous route, a test of driving skills which thankfully all our drivers passed with flying colors. By now the weather had brightened, and with Cloonee Loughs and Inchaquin lake to our right and the majestic 140 meter waterfall tumbling down to the valley floor in front of us, we knew we were in for a treat. After the recent rain the waterfall was in full spate.<br />
Reaching the car park we changed into our gear and followed the yellow route ( Upper valley route).<br />
This took us across the stream at the bottom of the waterfall, that feeds the lakes we passed on our way in. Gleninchiquin is a remote valley with no access for tour busses , so it is not over run by camera toting yanks...Our route took us upwards into the mountains above the waterfall. As we gained height the views opened up across to Kenmare Bay and the Macgillycuddy Reeks.<br />
Below us the valley floor with its verdant fields and brooding lakes...The weather was perfect for walking and visibility was excellent. Conditions underfoot varied from stoney tracks to boggy ground and everything in between. Parts of it were on exposed rock and could be slippery. The trail was well way marked, except at the start which was marked out for the red trail only. However when you reached where the red and yellow trail diverged it was well marked from here.<br />
The route went up hill and down hill each step unfolding incredible views, over the Caha Mountains, and the Beara Peninsula.<br />
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We stopped for some welcome refreshments, and feasted our eyes on the scenery. A table with a view.<br />
Onwards we went, finally we began to descend a series of stone steps, which after sometime brought us to the gate that leads to the river walk. This delightful walk meanders through woodland,by a stream gushing down through a series of mini waterfalls and rock pools. Leaving the river walk we reached the lane which took us to the car park.<br />
Gleninchiquin Park is a privately owned and has been open for fifteen years. The family that own it have been farming here for five generations over 130 years. It’s an idyllic place that hasn’t suffered from over exploitation.<br />
We decided to stop at Foleys in Kenmare for food. It was an excellent choice. The food here was delicious.<br />
We headed for home. It was a great day out one we will definitely have to do again.....<br />
The only downer was that after an epic battle with Limerick, Cork bowed out of the championship.<br />
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On Sunday July 8th the club outing was to Mount Brandon in the Dingle Peninsula. At 952 meters this mountain is just 86 meters shy of Carrauntoohil. It is a formidable mountain and it dominates the peninsula. Rising up from sea level to its majestic summit.<br />
Leaving town at 08.00 on a bright morning, we had high hopes that we would have cloudless views from the summit. The mountain is notorious for its cloud covered head. We had reports that the summit had been clear all week.<br />
We stopped at a filling station in Blenerville for coffee / tea and to meet up with members who had travelled from other areas.<br />
A few kilometers outside Tralee we met some light rain. Imagine in Ireland it was a talking point in the car....we had actually seen some rain..the sky darkened.<br />
After some time the sky brightened again. Passing through Cloghane we turned left up to our starting point at Faha. Here we got lucky as we found enough room to park in the small car park.<br />
Changing into our gear we could see that the summit was covered in fog. Undeterred we made our way. The last time the club did this mountain we took the Saints Road from Baile Breic.<br />
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This was for some of us a new route. The path is well way marked with yellow arrows painted on the rocks and white posts. It is a well trodden route, no navigation skills ( or Taxis ) are required.<br />
After leaving the car park you come to a beautifully maintained grotto. Erected as a result of a pilgrim climb in the Marion year of 1952. A Tralee man John O Connor who took part, was inspired to create a grotto. With the help of local young men and women from Cloghane and surrounding areas, his dream eventually came to fruition. He cycled the 50 mile round trip from Tralee each Sunday to supervise the building. ...... A different era.<br />
The route continues along a gentle slope until it reaches a large glaciated valley surrounded by towering cliffs.The valley floor is punctuated with a series of small lakes.<br />
The views over the Dingle Peninsula are awesome and the village of Cloghane lay below us in the distance.<br />
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Reaching the top of the valley we crossed the stream, we could see a rocky eroded path rising up to our left. This would bring us onto a col, turning left it’s only another 150 meters to the summit.<br />
The short climb to the col is the most difficult part of the treck. Care must be exercised here.<br />
The fog had not cleared when we reached the top... This is a sacred place and in pagan times the festival of Lughnasa was celebrated here... Saint Brendan built a small oratory here and spent 40 days meditating before his voyage to the New World...... I think he would have second thoughts about going there now..<br />
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Barr an Turas is how the summit is known locally in the Irish language. Meaning “ top of the journey”. It refers to Mount Brandon being the ultimate destination for the pilgrim. Reaching the top of Brandon is no mean achievement. Well done to all involved. We also learned at the summit that some lady’s (Phil ) ashes are interred near the Cross on top. Apparently she loved to climb Brandon. RIP.<br />
Retracing our steps we had lunch in a shady spot before we began our decent to the valley.<br />
Reaching the car park we changed. It was decided to go to Thomasins bar for some welcome refreshments. The food was good here and everyone one seemed to enjoy it.<br />
A member had a significant birthday so he was presented with a beautiful dessert complete with one candle, accompanied by a chorus of “ Happy birthday “. Thanks a nice touch...<br />
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Hiking is a bit like life:<br />
The journey only requires you put one foot<br />
in front of the other.....again and again and again.<br />
And if you allow yourself opportunity to be present<br />
throughout the entirety of the trek , you will witness<br />
beauty every step of the way, not just at the summit.................UnknownKanturk Hillwalkers & Mountain Climbers Prohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01388350539247713786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-727077973769919522.post-35446304359335399822018-06-27T06:05:00.000-07:002018-06-28T16:04:01.901-07:00Night climb Up The West Pap<br />
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On Saturday 23 June the annual Club nighttime climb took place. Our destination was the West Pap.<br />
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As the last of the night owls were heading to their beds we left town at 01.00 heading for Clonkeen.<br />
We passed through the sleeping towns and villages eventually arriving at the parking spot at the start of the climb.<br />
Initially, there was great interest in the climb, but people dropped out one by one, until there were only four left all male. We were amply rewarded for our efforts.<br />
At the car park, we geared up and fitted our head torches.<br />
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The night was balmy as we made our way upwards. As we gained altitude the twinkling lights of Killarney came into view. We proceeded at a steady pace as conditions underfoot were excellent and the route was gradual.<br />
Time on our side we decided to rest up in the lee of a rocky outcrop and had some refreshments.We didn’t want to summit too early.<br />
We had the mountain to ourselves save for a few startled sheep, whose eyes glowed in our headlights.<br />
The lights of different towns and villages sparkled down below us. We tried to identify them. The brooding bulk of Crohane was to our left as well as the Reeks.<br />
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The eastern sky was an artists palette of subtle orange, pinks, blues and reds..<br />
Refreshed we continued up the final climb to the summit. The darkness had abated and the dawn twilight had made our torches obsolete.<br />
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We reached the trig point and the cairn. We waited...............then at precisely 05.17 at 48 degrees north east the miracle that has happened for thousands of years on this day at this time...happened right before our eyes. The fiery rim of the sun emerged slowly from the eastern horizon. The sky was a kaleidoscope of colour.<br />
It’s easy to see how our ancestors worshipped the sun.... Whatever one believes in it’s hard not to imagine there is some form of higher Power or Energy keeping this whole universe together. Despite mans best efforts to destroy it.<br />
Photos taken, and well and truly in awe of what we had witnessed, we made our way down.<br />
Behind us the sun had climbed higher and was now a fiery ball in the sky. Casting shadows on Crohane and spreading it’s warming glow westwards.<br />
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Reaching the car we changed. The midge was there to greet us so we didn’t dally.<br />
We made our way to O Riordan's Kanturk where we had a well-deserved breakfast.<br />
A fantastic night out without the hangover.<br />
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“ In every walk with nature, one receives far more than one seeks “........ John MuirKanturk Hillwalkers & Mountain Climbers Prohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01388350539247713786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-727077973769919522.post-1632376335081258992018-06-26T16:55:00.001-07:002018-06-28T16:28:00.795-07:00Ballycotton Cliff walk<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On Sunday 24 June the club travelled to the village of Ballycotton. Leaving town at 09.00 we travelled to the beautiful rich countryside of East Cork. We parked up at Bayview Hotel and had the usual cuppa in the outdoors area overlooking a Mediterranean blue sun-kissed sea.<br />
We then proceeded uphill to the start of the cliff walk. Ballycotton being a fishing village has had its fair share of sea tragedy<br />
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. A stark reminder at the start of the walk of how unforgiving the sea can be is a plaque to a young skipper who lost his life in 2006.<br />
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Also at the start is the decommissioned lifeboat the Mary Stanford which served in Ballycotton from 1930 to 1959 saving many lives during that time. This boat and it’s crew took part in the ledgendary rescue of the Daunt Rock lightship which broke it's moorings in the 7 Feb. 1936 bringing all eight crew members home. For their efforts, the crew were awarded Gold, Silver and Bronze medals for bravery. The boat also got a medal for gallantry, the only one ever to be awarded to a lifeboat.<br />
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Today the sea was benign. The cliff walk meanders through meadows and farmland it hugs the cliff edge. The path is a narrow well-worn track that gives great views, out to the Lighthouse on the island in the Harbour. It is a pleasant stroll overlooking the ocean, and fertile fields of East Cork.<br />
Along the path, there is a plaque commemorating the loss of the barque Colleen, her captain, Captain Bartlett and nine crew when it foundered off Smiths rock in 8 Jan. 1894. Another reminder of the dangers of the sea.<br />
The well-trodden path continues to Ballyandreen strand with wildflowers in bloom along the way. Each indentation, headland, etc has it’s own name.<br />
These are named on an information board at the start of the walk. Names include Long Channel, Weare Cove, Cradle and Table no doubt of great importance to the sailors who sail these seas. When we reached Ballyandreen strand we retraced our steps back. This could also be a loop walk but we didn’t want any road walking. When we returned to the cars it was decided to go to Garryvoe for a beach walk.<br />
However, when we got there the tide was in and the beach was packed. Rather than walking through sun worshipers and screaming toddlers we upped and continued to Shanagarry to the Kilkenny shop for retail therapy. Shopping done we had a nice meal there and then continued on to Ballymaloe House. Here we enjoyed a walk in the grounds, before a final cup of coffee for the road home.<br />
A very enjoyable day out, good to see some new faces. Sadly the gender balance was completely out of kilter. It’s hard enough for a man to wait around for one woman shopping, try going with six.<br />
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“The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone”<br />
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........Johann Wolfgang Goeth<br />
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