Wednesday, 16 July 2025

 Stages 116-118: Co. Kerry: Cahersiveen to Ballinskelligs: July 2025

From my base in Portmagee which is close to the bridge to Valentia Island, I’m hoping to get three Kerry stages completed over these few days. Of course you can never rush this adventure, and I like to make sure I don’t miss any of the coastline. Despite the rain and wind, I try to stick as close to the shore as possible and cover 87k (54 miles) over the three days. And Loretto joined me on Valentia (Stage 117) when we circled the island.

Total distance around Ireland, so far: 4,431km (2,753miles) 

     Raising funds for Special Schools 

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Remember the crazy idea is to run around Ireland - strictly by the COAST- and once/twice/three-times a month since it all started back in Feb 2017. After completing the whole coast of  ULSTER (2017-2019), I've since run around the coast of CONNACHT (2020-2023). I'm now in the province of MUNSTER (2024-2027). I've already completed Co. Clare & Co. Limerick and I'm tackling the coast of Co. Kerry (as per planned stages below) See also earlier blogs for full story since the beginning of this adventure. In the past my run has been dedicated to Clifton Special School in Bangor, Co. Down where my son Brian attended for fourteen years and I'm continuing this trend of supporting Special Schools in all four provinces in Ireland. Also, there are still signed copies of my books available in Charlie Byrnes in Galway City or you can get a book, directly from me (where I live) in the Bangor/North Down/Ards area (free delivery). WhatsApp me on 00-44-(0) 7725613308 for more details or buy book through Amazon. All profits to Special Schools in Ireland.

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Next Stages:

Stage 119: Friday 22 August: Ballinskelligs to Caherdaniel 

Stage 120: Saturday 23 August: Caherdaniel to Sneem

Stage 121: Friday 19 Sept: Sneem to Kenmare

Stage 122: Saturday 20 Sept: Kenmare to Ardgroom (Cork/Kerry border)

I'll then then take a winter break until St. Patrick's weekend 2026 

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Stage 116 Co. Kerry: Cahersiveen to Portmagee: Wednesday 16 July 2025: 20.87km or 12.97miles

 ‘I am Kerry and proud of my name. My heart is looped around the rutted hills’ Sigerson Clifford

The original plan was to do this stage a few days ago, on Sunday 13 July. We had then travelled down from Galway after a busy weekend celebrating Maureen’s sister’s birthday. Up to Sunday afternoon the weather had been sunny and warm – getting close to 30 degrees over the weekend. If anything, it would have been too uncomfortable to run in that heat. However, it all changed as we drove down to Kerry. The rain, that all the farmers had been praying for, finally arrived. The wet weather remained with us for the next four or five days. On Sunday, it was almost 6.00pm when we reached Cahersiveen and I just felt it was too late and too wet to begin my run. 

Ardcost, Co. Kerry: Always nice to get off the main road

So here I am a few days later on a Wednesday morning getting ready to start a belated Stage 116, and it’s still raining! We’re staying in a lovely Airbnb about 5k east of Portmagee in a place called Aghanboy and this is where I set off from this morning. I’m running clockwise today with the sea on my left for a change and finishing in Cahersiveen. I sneak out of the house at about 8.00am while Maureen and Brian are sleeping and follow the R566 east. Crossing the Gougane River I then leave the main road, doing a loop towards the shore to a townland called Ardcost. The poet and song writer, Sigerson Clifford, who had a great affinity with Cahersiveen and its surroundings, was impressed with the strong oarsmen from the area and wrote as follows.

While winds do blow and storms rage and ships be tempest tossed

We’ll read your name on log of fame, with the boatmen of Ardcost 

Turf needs a few dry days

The winds are not blowing this morning but there’s a trickle of rain that doesn’t stop the whole day. It’s much prettier to step off the main road and this loop is a good example of that - and there’s absolutely no traffic. Also, it brings me closer to the coast which is always the important part of this adventure. I return to the R566 and cross the Derreen (An Dughlaise) River. Shortly I have to join the busy N70, which is the main ‘Ring of Kerry’ road. It’s never pleasant trying to run on a road like this. However, it’s just for 2km and my only time running on the busy N70 over the three days. At a small crossroads I take a left on the L11552 towards Reenard. This brings me onto a much quieter route. I’m close to a place called ‘Oghermong’ (plain of the otters) and in olden times otters lived by the banks of the shore.

Only one car on the ferry to Valentia Island

 
Until 1960 this was the most westerly railway station in Europe

It's still raining when I finally reach Reenard Point, which is the ferry connection for the crossing to Valentia Island. A young couple hop on board the ferry and a lone vehicle joins them as they head for Knightstown. It’s hard to believe that the train once came this far west. Until it closed in 1960, it was the most westerly railway line in Europe. I stay on the mainland as I had already circled the island on Monday. I turn around and head back up the hill towards Cahersiveen.      

Happy to see this sign

        
When I reach the town I run past the Daniel O’Connell Memorial Church, which is by far the most dominant building in Cahersiveen and one of the few Catholic Churches in the world dedicated to a lay person. A marble block in the building was a gift from Pope Leo X111 in 1888. The last Leo before our new pope, Leo X1V.
The Pimpernel (a daring hero)

Much more interesting than the chapel itself is a mural of Hugh O’Flaherty on the wall of the church. He was known as the ‘Pimpernel of the Vatican’. By all accounts he was a daring and brave hero during World War II. When the Nazis occupied Italy, O’Flaherty led an underground network that hid over 4,000 ex-prisoners in farms and houses. For his brave exploits he was awarded the highest honours, including a CBE (UK) and the Congressional Medal (USA).

I needed an inspirational character to motivate me over the last few hundred metres as the rain continues to fall. Luckily for me Maureen and Brian are there to meet me in Cahersiveen with a change of clothes. Warm coffee soon follows.

 

 

Stage 117 Co. Kerry: Circling Valentia Island: Monday 14 July 2025: 34.0km or 21.13miles

 ‘’There’s nothing remote about the place. If you imagine it been given a strong push, it would fit nicely up against the adjacent mainland of south Kerry’’. Mick O’Connell referring to Valentia Island.


It’s true what Micko, the great footballer, said about the island. If you look at a map of Valentia it could almost fit perfectly into the mainland, like a jigsaw piece. Mick O’Connell was probably my first sporting hero. I remember him as a key player in Kerry’s winning teams of 1969 and 1970 and was named on both the ‘Team of the Century’ and ‘Team of the GAA Millennium’.

He would often row back from the mainland to his home, sometimes even in the dark. I was hoping I might bump into him - he’s now 88 years ago. The Kerry poet, Brendan Kennelly described the great Mick O’Connell as follows:

 ‘The island clay felt good beneath his feet. A man undeceived by victory or defeat’’

 I wonder how the current Kerry footballer David Clifford would compare to Micko. I was lucky enough to see David in action in Croke Park a few weeks ago in the All-Ireland Quarter Final against Armagh. 

With Eileen & Loretto - getting ready to cross over bridge to Valentia Island

It’s an early start for me but the good news is that I have a running companion today. Loretto O’Sullivan has driven all the way from her home in Tralee to join me. Loretto also ran with me on a miserable Good Friday (Stage 105) in North Kerry. I’m afraid for Loretto’s sake, that today’s weather isn’t going to be much better. We’re privileged to have a welcoming party for us this morning, here at Portmagee. I’ve been in contact with Eileen Remedios who lives in Valentia. It seems that Eileen is a true water baby. She’s done some amazing swims all around the country and I’m sure she could easily swim around the coast of Valentia Island. I noticed that one of her favourite pastimes is underwater hockey! Eileen brings along her friends, Kathleen and Maeve. They give us a nice send off before we cross the bridge. 

Eileen joins us for a while

The bridge was opened in 1971 and blessed by the then the Bishop of Kerry, Eamonn Casey. It was named the Maurice O’Neill Memorial Bridge. O’Neill was executed in 1942 by the Irish Army for activities in which a Garda Detective was shot dead. I’m not sure if either O’Neill or Casey deserve this accolade. In hindsight it might have been more appropriate if it was called the O’Connell Bridge and Micko himself had opened it!    

With Loretto with Puffin Island behind

Loretto and I run across the bridge and then take a left turn towards Bray Head. Eileen joins us on her bike for a while as we climb the hill. It’s reassuring to know that there is a bridge to and from the island as I have circled some tidal islands where I’m constantly worrying and asking myself, will I get back on time to the mainland. Despite the rain, I’m feeling pretty confident about today’s run. Eileen introduced me to a Valentia native, Sean Curran who kindly met me last night. Sean drove me around various spots on the island and pointed out some paths and trails. It was an invaluable preview of what I had to do today. I knew then we could run very close to the coast all the way around the island, although as we discovered later it was tough going at times.   

The starting point for the first Trans-Atlantic Cable 

I pass a monument highlighting that Valentia played a key role in global communications. It was here in 1866 that it became the eastern terminus of the first transatlantic cable. Today 99% of our communication is still by electric cable that goes under the sea - so it’s fascinating to think that Valentia Island was chosen as the European connection point to America for the first ever cable crossing that is still so important for us all today. It put Valentia Island on the map and backs up Mick O’Connell’s opening comment about the island not being remote in any way.   

With Loretto at Bray Head with Skelligs in background 

 As we climb the hill, we spot the two Skellig Islands and Puffin Island, which has the same jagged shape of the Skelligs. When we reach the top of Bray Head, we notice that there is some construction work going on. It’s actually a €2 million project which will see the restoration of the historic signal tower. There is also going to be a spiral staircase and a viewing platform with views across to the Skelligs. Loretto gets talking to the foreman, but we try not to get too close to the cliff edge. In fact, when we leave Bray Head, we’re able to continue north along the cliff. 

Building new Signal Tower
So far so good as we run along a perfect grassy path. After a while we realise that the trail is turning too far inland, so we leave it and manoeuvre ourselves downhill through the long grass. We can see a country road in the distance but reaching it is another matter. It’s a slow process descending and sometimes sinking into the bog. As we get to the bottom of the hill the terrain is even worse. Now the ground is softer and wetter and slowing down our progress even more. Eventually (that word again, that never really explains the heartache and frustration involved) we arrive on the road. Oh, almost forgot to say, we had a river and barbwire fence to climb over first.   

Loretto sinking in the boggy terrain 

And just as we’re feeling that things might get easier, the rain comes down. So, no time to relax and Loretto and I start running again. We head for the coast again and shortly come to Kockaunaniller Cliffs. We’re able to stay by the shore now on a rocky/grassy kind of surface. After a while we meet two Norwegians – not the best weather to be holidaying - but they seem to be enjoying themselves. Later by the shore we bump into Maeve and Niamh, who were part of the welcoming group we met in Portmagee earlier. They’re having their own hiking adventure around the island. 

On the north shore of Valentia Island 


The sheep are not used to seeing humans in their territory

A breakaway stack 
We meet Maeve and Niamh

 Now we can see Geokaun Mountain (266 metres) in front of us. We decide to stay by the coast but have the same issue as we had earlier with the long grass. It’s even more difficult this time trampling through the grass because we’re climbing all the time and there’s no proper trail. Eventually we do reach a path that takes us up to the Fogher Cliffs. Strange to suddenly see people casually walking along here. They were fresh as daisies because they were able to park their car nearby.

Loretti at Fogher Cliffs

From the cliffs we follow a narrow and steep trail that brings us up towards the summit of Geokaun. We’re almost at the top but instead we ‘half loop’ around the mountain and rough it down to the Valentia Coastguard building. When Sean Curran took me in his van on the preview tour of Valentia on Sunday, he pointed out this road. He called it the low road, and I knew when we reached it, we could follow this route all the way to Knights Town.

Taking the narrow path to Geokaun Mountain
View across to Cnoc Tobair with Slate Quarry below 

This area is called Dohilla, and we do a detour down to the shore to see the famous Tetrapod Footprints. These imprints are reckoned to be 350 million years old and the oldest reliable evidence of four legged amphibians moving over land. These were the first creatures to leave water and walk on earth. For obvious reasons the footprints are protected behind a rope and hard enough to spot which isn’t surprising, 350 million years later.


I try to leave my own footprint 

I give Maureen a ring and coincidentally she tells me she’s at the Slate Quarry which we can see on a hill just above us. It’s been a working quarry since 1816 producing quality slate which was used in Paris Opera House and London’s House of Parliament. Nearby there’s a grotto built into face of the quarry.

The Grotto in the Slate Quarry

We arrange to meet Maureen and Brian later at the Lighthouse which is situated at the northern tip of the island at a place called Cromwell’s Point. The Cromwell connection is because, before the Lighthouse was built, there was a military base built here in 1653 by order of Oliver Cromwell.

Valentia Lighthouse at Cromwells Point

For Loretto and me, it’s a bit of a detour to go down to the Lighthouse. However, it’s worth it as Maureen supplies us with water and crisps, and we have a wee break there. Loretto is so determined to keep going and once we leave the Lighthouse and come back to the top of the hill, we somehow get our second wind. We’re also able to get shelter from the rain as we run through Glanleam Gardens. I noticed that someone on Tripadvisor described the gardens as a ‘a lovely green jungle’. For us, it was the perfect route to get to Knights Town. 

With Loretto's friend Kitty

Just as we exit the ‘green jungle’ we meet Loretto’s friend Kitty who lives on Valentia. We’re soaked to the skin now, but Kitty’s flask of tea (and buns) is the perfect boost we need. Soon Maureen and Brian join us again. Meeting people along the way does help a lot. We keep going. In Knights Town we pass the Altazamuth Stone. I read that its some kind of telescope or surveying instrument and the reason it’s here is because in 1862 an Altazamuth was used here to help Greenwich in London measure the lines of Longitude that we all take for granted now. 

Catching up with Eileen again in Knight's Town 

It seems that Valentia was such an important place in the world – and where everything was happening - 175 years ago. Running along the shore road we pass the old Victorian Cottages where the Cable operators lived. They lived in luxury and apparently, they were well rewarded, ‘wages similar to bank managers’, I heard. As it happens Eileen Remedios, who met us in Portmagee earlier, now lives in one of these houses. Eileen told us we would recognise her house as she would leave her bike outside with a Clifton Coastal Shirt on it. We spotted it straight away and called in to see her in her lovely home. I was impressed by the tennis court in front of the houses. Another privilege of the Victorian cable families.    

We would have liked to stay for the soup that Eileen offered us but at this stage we were wet and cold and really just wanted to finish our run. 

Meeting Sean who had given me a preview tour (of the island) yesterday 

We follow the coast road west. I see there’s an area along here called ‘The Revenue’ on Google Maps, and me trying to forget about work. At Ballyhearny West the road turns inland and we join the R566. Running through Chapeltown, we pass the ‘Young Islanders GAA Club’, Mick O’Connells’s Club. We keep going and it was such a welcome sight to finally see in front of us, the bridge to the mainland. 

We’re delighted with ourselves that we had circled all of Valentia Island. Eileen, Maureen and Brian are there to meet us as we arrive back in Portmagee.   

 

Stage 118 Co. Kerry: Portmagee to Ballinskelligs: Tuesday 15 July 2025:  32.63km or 20.28miles

‘I dreamt I was a boy once more in my own dear Portmagee. In that fond dream I had a gleam of sixty years away where the sunny sky enarches high on my dear Finian’s Bay’ John Feeney, Portmagee


We’re staying in a cozy Airbnb (hosted by Mary & Mike) in Aghanboy, about 5k east of Portmagee. As I leave the house at 7.40am I’m met very quickly by a strong wind and lots of rain. It’s tough going on the R566 as I battle my way along the road. I’m exhausted by the time I reach Portmagee, and I know I still have a long way to go.

The village is called after Captain Theobald Magee, a notorious 18th century smuggler. Portmagee is also the main departure point for visiting ‘Skellig Michael’ which is a steep rocky island about 14km off the Kerry coast. Between the 7th and 13th century monks have lived on the island. Their homes which were circular huts still remain there. The huts are actually square on the inside. Even back in the 11th century pilgrimages to Skellig were very popular as Christianity spread in Europe. 

Great to meet Kathleen again
Not too many on the roads this morning
For the rest of the day, I will keep the Skelligs and Puffin Island in sight as I run along the coastal R566. This part of the road, south of Portmagee, is called the ‘Skellig Ring’. It’s not a day for taking any detours so I’ll stay on country roads as I face into more headwinds. The rain seems to have died down but ahead of me I see a very steep incline. A car beeps behind me and its Kathleen, who is one of the girls I met yesterday morning. Kathleen works at the Skellig Visitor Centre on Valentia. It’s a nice boost to chat with her before I tackle the hills ahead.
A tough climb ahead

 


No surprise that cliffs are closed on such a windy day

There are big signs everywhere encouraging me to go and see the ‘Kerry Cliffs’ but when I get to the entrance point, the cliffs are closed to the public. Not surprising at all with these strong winds. I’m now in an area called Coomanaspig and I’m reminded off a poem by local writer Brendan O’Neill

‘Over cloud chased Coomanaspig curlews answered shrill’

Yes, it’s definitely cloudy today but I think all the curlews are sheltering for the moment. I finally reach the top of the hill, and I enjoy a nice run down the other side with ‘Ba Fhionan’ (St Finian’ Bay) on my right-hand side. Soon I leave the A566, but I stay by the coast along a road towards Killonecahga, heading south to the bottom of the peninsula.

Continuing on the Skellig Ring

This is where I leave the main road and head to bottom of peninsula
I get chatting to a farmer along here and he asks, ‘are you going over the mountain’. I’m not sure what he means but it becomes clearer later! This road is much quieter and the views across to Puffin Island and the Skelligs keep me going. So many must have followed this route in years gone by. 

Puffin Island
The ancient Skelligs in the distance 

When the road comes to an end there’s a marked path. It’s a dotted line on the OS map too and called ‘Lub Bheairic Bholais’ or the ‘Bolus Barracks Loop Walk’. I feel very satisfied with myself when I reach Pointe Bholais (Bolas Head) at the very bottom of the peninsula. Although it’s a cloudy day there are still great views of the Skelligs across the bay. I loop around following the rough path that I reckon not too many have taken before me. It gets quite steep, and I try not to go too close to the cliffs as there’s still a strong wind. This Bolus trail is not for the faint hearted and involves a lot of climbing. Now I know what the farmer meant by ‘going over the mountain’

View of Skelligs from Bolas Head

It is a tough ascent even though I don’t need to complete the whole Bolas loop. Instead, I climb over a farm gate and branch off at ‘Sraith Ghallan’ and join the country road on the SE side of the peninsula.  

At least I have a downhill run for a few miles and for the first time today I have the wind behind me. And it’s not raining anymore! I pass the pre-famine village of Cill Rialaig. It’s very sad to see these type of deserted villages and crumbling old houses, that are all too common in the west of Ireland. I’ve spotted them so many times on my coastal adventure. I sometimes imagine what it would be like doing this run two hundred years ago, pre-famine, when the rural areas would have been swarming with families. These days I meet so few people on my travels.

Cill Rialaig Famine Village - now deserted

However, there is a positive story about this particular deserted village. A lady called Noelle Campbell-Sharp purchased the site in the 1980’s with help from her friends and a grant from the National Lottery. She built eight new cottages, reusing stone from the original village site. In addition, an Arts Centre and shop called ‘Cill Rialaig’ was opened just outside Ballinskelligs, and that’s exactly where I finished today’s stage (see later). However, I still have some running (about 6k) to do before I get to the Arts Centre. I take a road that brings me down to the coast and later onto Ballinskelligs beach. So pleasant to be running on sand again. 

Ballinskelligs Strand

I did wonder earlier if I could keep running as far as Waterville today, but that Bolas Loop section (over the mountain) did take a lot out of me and I’m feeling quite exhausted. I’m satisfied to finish here in Ballinskelligs, and I enjoy a delicious latte at the Cill Rialaig Centre while waiting for Maureen and Brian to come and collect me.

Cill Rialaig Arts Centre, Ballinskelligs

Saturday, 7 June 2025

Stages 113-115: Co. Kerry: Killorglin to Cahersiveen: June 2025:

Not only is my friend Donald Smith running with me, but he is also doing all the driving over the weekend. We’re staying in the village of Glenbeigh and over these three days our plan is to cover the northern shore of the ‘Ring of Kerry’ which has various kinds of terrain. This area is officially called the Iveragh Peninsula. On the north-east side of the peninsula, it’s quite flat with detours down to Cromane and Rossbeigh Strand, but as we get further west the elevation increases and we have to make our way across the hills and over the peak of ‘Cnoc na dTobar’.

  

Stage 113 Co. Kerry: Killorglin to Glenbeigh: Thursday 5 June 2025: 41.6km or 25.9miles

‘’Being again on the Ring of Kerry, I am enraptured by the purple hills peaking up among the hanging mists’’ Matt Mooney

We have an early start from Bangor, Co. Down this morning, leaving at 5.10am. With Donald driving we make it all the way to the Obama Plaza in Moneygall (on the Offaly-Tipperary border) before we make our first stop. In 1850 Falmouth Kearney, the great-great-great grandfather of Barrack Obama, left Moneygall and settled in Ohio. 

Meeting the Obamas at their ancestral home!

After a quick breakfast we leave the Visitor Centre and continue our journey to the Kingdom. We’re privileged that a Kerryman, Matt O’Sullivan is running with us today. Matt lives in Killarney but was born and reared in Glenbeigh. He meets us there and drives us back to Killorglin to begin our run. 

Matt & Donald: My two running companions today
By the Laune River in Killorglin

It’s still a couple of months to the Puck Fair in Killorglin. The tradition of crowning a wild goat has been going for 400 years. Matt shares the history with us. It seems that hundreds of years ago the local people realised that Oliver Cromwell’s men were heading to the town because goats started coming down the mountains, running ahead and away from the army. This acted as a warning and people in Killorglin were able to protect themselves and their livestock.

With King Puck in Killorglin

This event is commemorated in August every year when a goat is taken from the ‘MacGillycuddy Reeks’ and brought to the town. During festival week the animal is placed in a cage on a high stand for three days. The goat is crowned ‘King Puck’ by the ‘Queen of Puck’, who is usually a young twelve or thirteen-year-old girl.

Love at first sight

With summers getting warmer there has been complaints from some people about the animal’s welfare. Because of these concerns, the goat has been removed from the cage on a number of occasions. On the other hand, Puck Fair traditionalists are afraid that the festival will die out if the goat is not allowed to be displayed. They argue that when the festival is over, the goat is released back into the wild on the last day, known as ‘Scattering Day’  

I found a poem by Stephen Dedalus (probably a fictitious name) which I thought was very relevant to this discussion.

 On top of the wide grey tower is the unusual sight  of a goat that looks like a flower.

When Interest in this has faded, the goat is brought down, tired, battered and deflated. 

To stop this fair’s untimely demise both activist and landlord must come to compromise

Planning with Matt our route for today 

We start our run at the statue of the goat, King Puck on the east side of the River Laune. It’s a dull and cloudy day but no real sign of any rain. After about 300 metres, at Nagle Memorials, we take a left turn and cross to the west side of the river over the old railway bridge. Trains ran from 1884 until 1960 on a branch line that came from Farranfore. It was then the most westerly railway route in Europe. The line was extended in 1893 so you could travel all the way from Farranfore to Renard Point which is the ferry connection to Valentia Island. Ironically the train also made it easier to leave rural areas, as this monument in Killorglin portrays. The wooden carving is from a 150 year old oak tree that stood outside Killorglin Railway Station.  

The Diaspora Lady, carved from old oak tree


Yes, this is a great definition of what Emigration is

Matt tells us that one of his early childhood memories was going to see the last train in 1960. It was 30th January and hundreds came out all the way along the railway line. Matt and his family watched the old locomotive on its final journey and describes it to us. ''My recollection of the last train is just going to Carragh Lake Station and watching the train chugging along. I probably didn't understand the significance as much as my parents''   

The Railway Bridge in Killorglin
Pausing at the Railway Bridge

On the bridge we get chatting to Eileen who works at the local library and shows an interest in our adventure. She tells us that they’re trying to get a parkrun started in Killorglin. Once crossing the river, we stick to the shore road along Castleconway. However, at one stage we have to come inland and run around a couple of houses before rejoining the road again. Even Matt is surprised at this slight diversion, but his local knowledge keeps us right.

Remembering the Irish Volunteers at Ballykissane Pier

Later, the coast road comes to an end, but we rough it, with some difficulty, through a few fields and eventually arrive at Ballykissane Pier. There is a monument here to commemorate Irish Volunteers who lost their lives on Good Friday 1916 when a car that they were driving went in off the pier. The men were part of a team working with Roger Casement and the ship, ‘The Aud’. (see also Stage 105 where I wrote about Casement and his arrival on Banna Strand). All in all, it was a disastrous start to Easter Weekend of 1916. 

Matt and Donald following the River Laune

After Ballykissane, we continue on a grassy trail. As the river flows into Dingle Bay, we stay on a ridge by the shore. We’re definitely hugging the coast today. It feels as if it could rain but somehow it never really does all day. 

Following the coastal trail

After a while we do have to come inland and we run on some country roads. We head north towards ‘Cromane’ which is a narrow peninsula and fishing village and now home to Ireland’s largest mussel beds.

The narrow headland of Cromane could also be called ‘Realt na Mara’ (Star of the Sea) as the village church uses that name. The local football team are also called ‘Realt na Mara’ and wear my favourite (and Galway) colours, maroon and white.

Surprised to see such a big ship at the top of Cromaine Peninsula

We run to the very top of the peninsula. It’s called ‘The Point’ and from here we are very close to the east side of Inch Beach. Just a few weeks ago I ran around Inch Peninsula. I then got totally confused as I didn’t have my map with me and didn’t realise, that I was so close to this side of Dingle Bay. I’m not sure if it’s possible to do a small loop at the top of Cromane at the pier, but it certainly was not achievable today at a higher tide. 

Tide was too high to cross over
On the way back down the peninsula, we stop for a coffee break at ‘The Boathouse Café’. Heather looks after us here and afterwards we continue running along the shore. It’s tough going, sometimes rocky, but the further west we go, the sandier it gets. We reach the beautiful Dooks Beach, also called Treanoughtragh.

Enjoying 'Three Fools' Coffee at the Boathouse Cafe
Rock from Cromaine

At this stage we have to come inland and shortly we cross Caragh Bridge. 

Crossing Caragh Bridge
Kerry Flags were flying today 

We’re very close to Glenbeigh now but we take one final loop down to the coast at the L11658 at Reenalagane. Along here we pass Matt’s family home, and we remember Matt’s mother, Mary Lou who only passed away four weeks ago. We run down to the shore and follow a coastal trail for about 500 metres before returning up the hill on the L7517 and finally reach Glenbeigh or Gleann Beithe (Birch Valley). So, a direct journey of 13km from Killorglin, took us 42km to complete by sticking to the coast.

 

 

Stage 114 Co. Kerry: Glenbeigh to Cahersiveen: Friday 6 June 2025: 45.1km or 28.0miles

‘’I’ll sing a few verses both cheerful and free of a Cork young lass and a Glenbeigh Boy. And they called him the Philippine solder’’ Michael Sugrue

Our host at Emir View Guest House, Ann McGillycuddy served up a delicious breakfast for us and as the day and afternoon dragged on, Donald and I began to appreciate that early morning meal. Sometimes it’s hard to get the balance right between on the one hand, getting enough energy and on the other hand, not eating too much that might affect your running. It's just the two of us today. We’re continuing our run on the north coast of the Iveragh Peninsula. Way back in the 1500s the huge Iveragh Estate belonged to the Earl of Desmond. His land stretched all the way from Killorglin to Valentia Island – that’s some farm!

On Rossbeigh Strand

Sometimes you have to stop and admire the beauty

Donald surrounded by the Kerry Mountains

We head north towards Rossbeigh Strand. I’d never been here before, but I did notice beforehand that it looked so sandy on the OS map. Running along this beach lives up to all my expectations. The tide is in our favour too and we make a very wide loop of the peninsula. It’s not always ‘sand for the feet of the runner’ but we are surrounded on all sides by the Kerry mountains. We’re privileged to be in such a special place and no sign of any rain, despite the forecast. Once we reach the most northerly point of the peninsula, we are very close to Inch Strand on the other side of the bay. The jutting peninsulas, Rossbeigh, Cromane and Inch act as a natural barrier against the Atlantic Ocean for Dingle Bay. Now I’ve run around all three of them. 

Running along Rossbeigh Beach

After leaving Rossbeigh (or Rossbehy) we have to climb a steep coastal road. However, soon we find a trail that takes us even closer to the shore and away from any traffic. This path eventually brings us to a beautiful seaside thatched cottage. We admire the wee house and views across to the Dingle Peninsula, but we are confused as to which way to go from here. 

Seaside Cottage 

Time to head inland and cut through the valley

We know we need to head inland, so we climb over a couple of farm gates and follow a very narrow path that joins up with the ‘Kerry Way’. We stay on the Kerry Way for a while but realise it’s taking us further inland. We have no alternative but to join the N70, the main ‘Ring of Kerry’ road. 

Remembering Frank O'Grady killed by fellow Irishmen in the Civil War

It's never ideal running on a busy road and we need to be extra careful with these few miles. On our left-hand side, we notice the old railway line. There is talk of turning it into a Greenway, but I think that’s a while away yet. It’s a pity it wasn’t ready for us to run along as it would have fitted in perfectly with today’s adventure. Shortly we run under, rather than along, the impressive Gleensk Viaduct which was built around 1880 for the Farranfore to Valentia railway line.  

Gleensk Viaduct that carried trains across until 1960

We’re relieved to get off the N70 and onto the much quieter L4015 towards Gortaforia which takes us all the way down to Kells Bay. 

Nobody can go down to Kells Bay without humming or singing this beautiful song written by Emma Langford in memory of her grand-uncle, Eamonn Langford. 

'Oh, the road stretches out before your feet on the winding way down to Kells Bay.
And the Golden sunset's like no other, they say, on the winding way down to Kells Bay'.

Yes, Donald and I are singing away as we run down to Kells Bay. The sun is shining too so the feeling is good, even though we know it's still a long way to Cahersiveen.

'And the fuchsias are blooming so brightly and sweet and the ocean could carry our worries away'

Emma is right about the fuchsias blooming so brightly and sweet

We decide that we deserve to take a coffee break here at the ‘Kells Bay House & Gardens’. It’s the perfect place to pause our run, among the palm trees, exotic plants and a gushing waterfall. The owner, Billy Alexander travels the world to source and nurture rare plants and has been a gold medal winner at the Chelsea Flower Show a few times.

Donald at Kells Bay Strand

From the beach at Kells Bay, we follow the narrow coastal road west which eventually turns into a trail. We have a decision to make along here as to how to reach Cahersiveen. I was speaking to my friend Sean Nickell last week, and he said there is no on-line evidence of any runners or hikers following a coastal route along here. All routes seem to point towards the big mountain in this area, ‘Cnoc na dTobar’. It would bring us inland a little but at least we know that it should be straight forward once we reach the top. First Donald and I just have the simple task of climbing 690 metres with no proper path to follow! Except for Croagh Patrick (764 metres) which I climbed as part my Coastal Run during Stage 66 on St. Patricks Day 2022, this will be the highest point I’ve reached on my coastal runs.

Taking shelter from a heavy shower

So how do we reach the top of Cnoc na dTobar. The shore road we are on comes to an end and we run along a rough coastal trail. We know that this path will soon disappear, so Donald suggests that we follow a river/stream inland, up the mountain and use that as a guide. It’s tough going, especially as we’re climbing the whole time. My legs are beginning to suffer too. We motor on, looking out for two lakes that we know we need to pass on our way to the top. Eventually we spot the loughs and have a wee break. Time to eat my banana.

Enjoying my banana at Kerry's Glendalough

The twin lakes are called Glendalough and not to be confused with Glendalough in Co. Wicklow, the monastery founded by St. Kevin that became one of the great centres of learning in 6th century Ireland. I didn’t realise that Glendalough literally means ‘the glen of two lakes’

Speaking of learning I’m thinking of a quote by Sir Martin Conway.

‘’Each fresh peak ascended teaches something’’

So here we go! After pausing at the two lakes, we have a very steep climb. Donald pushes on and I struggle behind him. At times its ‘hands on thighs’ climbing. At least the weather is brightening up for us, and the sun is shining when we finally reach the top. 

Donald at the top of Cnoc na dTobar

Cnoc na dTobar is one of Ireland’s sacred pilgrim mountains. It was an important site in pagan times where the harvest festival of Lughnasa was celebrated. In 1885 Canon Brosnan, parish priest in Cahersiveen, built fourteen ‘Stations of the Cross’ along the mountain path. At the bottom of the mountain on the west side there is a Holy Well dedicated to St. Fursey or Fursa and that actually is where the mountain Cnoc na dTobar got its name. It translates as ‘Mountain of the Well’. 

Perfect weather at the top just before the mist embraces us

We’re feeling good about ourselves at the top of the mountain when suddenly a blanket of mist embraces the whole area. It all happens so quickly and dramatically. The temperature drops too. It’s an eerie situation for us and we have no time to waste.  We quickly start our descent. It’s raining now too but the fourteen stations of the cross guide us on our way down. Soon we reach Station XI and as we get to lower ground Donald suggests we take a shortcut and skip some of them. I should point out that it was Donald’s idea to bypass some of these Stations, apologies to Canon Brosnan!

It's still a long way down to the bottom and we realise that we’re not going to make the 17.51 bus from Cahersiveen. The next bus to Glenbeigh is not until 20.50 so when we reach Cahersiveen we decide to go for something to eat. We relax for a couple of hours, enjoying drinks and delicious food at the aptly named ‘Kerry Coastal Hotel’ before boarding the 20.50 - the last bus back to Glenbeigh.

Deserved pints after our long day in the hills


 

    

Stage 115 Co. Kerry: Cahersiveen NW Loop: Saturday 7 June: 36.3km or 22.6miles

''The town it climbs a mountain and looks out on the sea'' From 'The Boys of Barr Na Sraide' 

As we only have one car with us, it’s convenient for us to leave it in Cahersiveen and tackle the northwest loop where we’ll circle Killelan Mountain. It's our third day in-a-row running so let’s hope my legs will survive another tough trek over the hills. Donald and I head east along the N70 and just outside Cahersiveen we stop at Carhan, the birthplace of Daniel O’Connell. 

As I’m making my way around the coast of Ireland, I’m always conscious of the fact that I’m walking (and running) in the footsteps of some famous people. None more distinguished than O’Connell. I realise that its 250 years since Daniel O’Connell’s birth here at Bothar Carthan in Cahersiveen. He was born on 6 August 1775.

Daniel O'Connell, The Liberator, at his birth place 

O’Connell had three nicknames - known as ‘The Liberator’, ‘The Agitator’ and ‘The Great Emancipator’. He committed his whole life to bringing equal rights and religious tolerance to Ireland after the outrageous Penal Laws (in the 16th and 17th century) which imposed severe restrictions on Catholic property, education and prevented Catholics from holding public office or voting. Hundreds of thousands came to see him at his Monster Meetings in the 1800’s. It is estimated that at the Hill of Tara in 1843 one million people turned up to hear him speak, the Times Newspaper reported. 

Donald at Daniel O'Connell's birthplace

O'Connell worked all his life against the British Establishment but gained huge respect in UK circles. The British Prime Minister, William Gladstone said this about him. 

‘The greatest popular leader whom the world has ever seen’. 

O’Connell also played a major part in the Abolition of Slavery Act in 1833. I think it was so tragic that O’Connell seemed to lose his popularity and had health issues in the 1840’s, when Ireland needed him most. He died in 1847, often known as the ‘Black 47’, the worst year of the Irish famine.

Donald and I continue running on the N70 for a couple of miles and then take a left turn following the L7528 where we cross the river Ferta which has now reduced to a stream. This country road winds around the townlands of Deelis and Cloghane and soon brings us to ‘Saint Fursey’s Well’ at the bottom of Cnoc na dTobar, where we were running yesterday. We stop to visit the Well.

At Fursey's Well at bottom of Cnoc Tobar

It’s good to rest our weary legs and afterwards we continue running all the way down to Coonanna Harbour (or Coomnahincha Quay). We get talking to a farmer here who seems fascinated by our story. We discuss the option of following the coastline from here, but he explains that it’s full of gorse bushes and thistles. We know that on the way down to the pier there was a trail about 400 metres back that would take us across towards Kinard West and Kimego. This was a much more practical and achievable way to reach the coast, even if we had to climb over lots of farm gates on the track. 

Spectacular views up here

We met no humans along here (but lots of sheep) and yet it was the most perfect walk, hike or run with spectacular views across to Dingle and the Blasket Islands. Sometimes our path disappeared and then reappeared. I presume it was probably a pre-famine trail when hundreds of people lived in these hills in the early 19th century. 

A line of Pre-Christian standing stones

In the distance we can see Cuas Crom Harbour which seems to be tucked into a narrow sea inlet. When we reach the cove there are people swimming in the sea, even though it’s quite cold today. I read that Cuas Crom is a popular and safe beach with few currents in this sheltered bay. We notice that there is even the option of a sauna in a building by the harbour. Yes, the idea of a hot sauna is tempting for Donald and me, but I don’t think we would ever want to leave if we took this option.


Tackling the Killelan Peninsula 

We continue and decide to tackle this last peninsula around Killelan Mountain. There is no easy option this time, no trail or path and we just have to rough it around the coast. I would not recommend this section to any runner or hiker. The terrain is full of thorny gorse bushes and those wee prickles get into your socks, shoes and toes. We thought that circling the mountain would be easier than climbing it, but it’s still difficult. We’re also constantly running on a slope on very narrow sheep tracks. Not many have taken this route. Lots of sheep again and our presence is driving them crazy. We can hardly hear ourselves with all the baaing. It’s a struggle and three days of running is taking its toll - on me, anyway.

Hard work trying to get around Killelan Mountain

We can now see Doulas Head and we make our way down to the south side of the peninsula. We spot the island of Beginish in front of us, not to be confused with one of the Blasket Island also called Beginish. There are no inhabitants on either of the two Beginish Islands. In this part of Kerry, most previous occupants of Beginish seemed to emigrate to nearby Valentia Island. I suppose, if you have that island feeling in your soul, it’s hard to settle on the mainland. And yes we can clearly see Valentia in the distance and a ferry making its way from Reenard Point to KnightsTown. 

Beginish Island with Valentia behind it

Deserted House on Killelan Peninsula

A room with a view

More thorny bushes to get through as we descend the mountain but eventually, we reach the lane on the south side. We keep running all the way to the shore at Ballycarbery where we stop for a break. It’s really an opportunity to remove all those thorns from our feet, socks and shoes. We’ve both been itching and suffering for the last couple of hours.

What a relief to rest our feet

I lost my map deep in the rocks

At the beach we’re not sure if we can stay by the shore but we keep to the edge of the headlands anyway. It turns out to be quite a good and 'thorn free' coastal route. We can follow the coast all the way around until we reach Ballycarbery Castle. It’s an impressive looking fortress that was once home to the McCarthys and was built in the 15th century. 

Ballycarbery Castle

We’re not sure what the inside of the castle looks like as there is a ‘Private, No Entry’ sign on the entrance gate. This is very disappointing, not just for us but for all the tourists who come to South Kerry. It’s not the first time I’ve come across an historical building in private ownership with a ‘Do not Enter’ sign.

Matt O’Sullivan who ran with us on Thursday told us that this area was known as ‘Over the Water’ and there was great football rivalry between here and the townies in Cahersiveen. We now follow the road into the town. Once we cross the river we have one last detour down to the old railway bridge. When researching about Cahersiveen, I wondered if it was possible to walk or run across the railway bridge. Donald and I soon found the answer. Definitely not. The railway track is badly in need of repair and quite dangerous if anyone tried to cross the river here. It’s sad really and I hope someday that it is brought back to life.

Old Railway Bridge in Cahersiveen

It reminds me of the stories I heard about the ‘Ghost Train’ that Kerry people travelled on when they went to Dublin, especially for All Ireland finals. The train left Cahersiveen at Midnight on the Eve of the All-Ireland. From the 1920’s to 1959 this was the way supporters went to Dublin. The journey took eight hours as steam trains travelled at a slower pace. The Ghost Train got its name because of its low lighting in the carriages which made passengers look like ghosts. The lonesome sound of the regular whistle from the train added to the eerie atmosphere on board. Having said that, the train connection and Kerry football were both very important for the county. It brought people together especially after the bitter fighting in the Irish Civil War. Kerry is really the home of Gaelic Football, and they’ve won 38 All Ireland titles. The popularity of the sport and the GAA brought both factions of the Civil War together and probably went a long way to healing the very bad feelings in the 1920’s.

Cahersiveen old Railway Bridge

 In Cahersiveen, we are very pleased with ourselves in completing our adventures. Each of the three days was difficult in its own way. Donald drives us back to Glenbeigh where we shower and head to Ashes/O’Sullivan’s Pub. We are just in time to see the end of the Munster Hurling Final. Lots of Cork people around to celebrate their win over Limerick. After a nice meal in the Glenbeigh Hotel we adjourn to the bar for a few drinks and celebrate our achievements.