Glenmalure? Well the B&B hostess was well used to walkers and was welcoming and hospitable. The next door Lodge had all the solids and liquids you could want, a large screen showing sport and sociable bar staff and clientele …. however, the local weather forecast was rain all day which was half correct. More correctly
despite my self-imposed grounding things looked up as they had a sports bar (Guinness! rugby! football! golf!) and a special on in the restaurant ( Montepulciano! Ribs!! Lamb shank!!! Banoffee pie!!!!) so it was a leisurely start today… had to work through breakfast first Suitably fortified time to hit the trail …. it might just
another craicing local bar, banter a-plenty with fine chaps, drinks flowing, oh how we chatted away then patting of backs, shaking of hands, smiles all around … but regrettably without the aid of subtitles I’ve no idea what we were talking about. I’ll stop the cheap Irish comparisons although it would help if another 2
Despite or because of the significant Vitamin G intake last night I was early to rise and it was glorious smashing lovely to see clear blue skies. I was staying a stone’s throw from Croke Park and so felt inspired over bacon n egg butties by previous English great sporting and athletic achievements… which probably
luckily Dublin has a few pubs to wash away the emotional trauma brought on by the ‘can’t do enough fir you …. so we won’t bother’ Failte welcome dished out by a combo of Aer Lingus and the local bus service. Driven to drink, me But the pub is doing what pubs do and
… and Doc’s quote is very apposite . The journey home was an adventure in itself. We arrived at JOG just before the fog did…the morning after pic… The last blog was written before getting to the hotel room, and my curiosity over why my reservation was circled was resolved Saturday as Sunday was pretty
At about 11:20 this morning this happened. And about 30 seconds later …. It’s done…. 1150 miles over 56 days … about 2.75 million steps. For those who said I was doing the uphill version I can confirm that in fact it was downhill, an overall gradient of about 1 in 21,000 which I think
In day’s of Yore there’d be knights (and dragons) where yer man would face oncoming wild horses with nothing much more than a sharp stick: the knight errant. Can I claim similar with my walking pole and that the horses are now of the metal variety? Wick, the penultimate step, has been reached – they
Somewhat in keeping with my post of yesterday over the past days/miles I’ve been convincing myself that the finish isn’t Friday but a day earlier on Thursday. Logic being that not only does it seem closer but I figure that if (when) I get to Wick then there’s no way I won’t make the last