Wednesday, 14 July 2021

STAGES 51-54: Maureen&Brian behind Ballyglas Lighthouse

                                                       Stage 51

                        

                                Co. Mayo: Mullet Peninsula: Clogher to Ballyglass Lighthouse

                                                Saturday 10 July 2021

                                                     46.3 km or 29 miles

                  

It was another five hour journey yesterday evening from Bangor, Co. Down but at least this time we have almost a week in the west of Ireland. Last night Maureen, Brian and I stayed in Clogher, in the southern part of the Mullet peninsula in a lovely B&B called 'Bru Chlann Lir'.  Our host Josephine entertained us over the four or five days.

Just like last time I decided on a very early start this morning with a light breakfast (Weetabix and banana) before I started my run. Maureen and Brian opt for the full Irish breakfast at 9.00am and we arrange to meet later at the top corner of the peninsula, Ballyglass Lighthouse. Today I’ve running along the east side of the Mullet Peninsula.

 

Road to beach near our B&B 

It was the perfect morning as I left the B&B at 6.36am, heading east to a nearby beach, Tra Fheorainn (or Tra Mullach Rua) and then north when I reached the strand. I was able to quickly get onto the country road and still stick to the coast. After coasting around Elly Bay (Ba Oili) I took a right turn (L5235) to Rosbaragh Island. 

I met a local farmer there, Peter who was very willing to chat. I told him how I was so impressed with the beauty of Mullet Peninsula and he agreed. “The last place God made”, he said. I think he was hinting too that God left the best till last! I asked Peter about getting across to Rosbaragh Island but he said it wasn’t possible at the moment with the high tide. When I got to the island itself the causeway was indeed covered so I decided that I would come back later with Maureen and Brian. We did return to complete the job on Monday. (see below)

With Peter, near Rosbarnagh Island

High tide at Rosbarnagh Island

 










Rosbarnagh (Ros Bairneach) Island 

It’s always nice to do some of the coastal run (or walk) with Maureen and Brian and we returned to the island on the Monday afternoon. Strava recorded our complete circle of the island as only 2.5km but it was tough going with no real path to follow and lots of ditches, long grass and fences to climb over. We were glad to get back again to the causeway and the mainland!

Maureen, Brian and I circled Rosbarnagh Island

Meanwhile on this Saturday morning, running on my own, I kept to the country roads. I coasted around the village of Binghamstown which at one stage was the main centre of population on the peninsula. The village was founded by Major Bingham (not sure if he was related to the North Down Binghams). Bingham didn’t take too kindly when a rival town, Belmullet was built and he erected a large gate across the roadway to stop anyone who took their animals to the Belmullet Fair. They had to pay a toll as they passed through his gate. It became known as an Geata Mhor (the big Gate)

So being the rebel that I am, I avoided Binghamstown and any possible toll charge! In any case my coastal route was much more interesting even if it did mean crossing a rough trail which I spotted as a dotted line on the Ordnance map. Soon I arrived, feeling very thirsty, on the outskirts of the town of Belmullet. I stopped at a small garage, looking for water and the man asked me “what kind of water do you want”. I said, “Water to drink”. He told me he only had deionised water, so I decided to give that a miss and wait until I was able to get drinking water in a shop nearby.

 Railway to Mullet Peninsula:  At one stage it was suggested that the railway line would go all the way to Blacksod which would have connected with trans-Atlantic shipping. However, the local businesses in Mullet were more sceptical and feared that the introduction of a railway line would adversely affect their trading position, putting Ballina within easy reach from the Mullet peninsula.

So after downing a full bottle of drinking water I continued north, following the Ballyglass Road. I kept to that road until I came to a small, staggered crossroads.

Coastal road I took towards Morahan

 The sign said, left for Tipp Pier and right for Morahan which led me down towards an even quieter coastal road. Eventually I arrived back on the main Ballyglass Road and it was a mostly downhill run all the way to Ballyglass Pier. 

Near Ballyglas Pier

I had a wee break at the pier, rang Maureen to tell her where I was, then backtracked and took a right turn, signposted ‘Radharc na Mara’ (view of the sea) which took me on a trail to Ballyglass Lighthouse where Maureen and Brian were there to meet me. It was still only 11.30am so I was happy with today’s run although I know tomorrow’s challenge will be a lot more difficult.

 

Brian at Ballyglas Lighthouse

 

Maureen&Brian behind Ballyglas Lighthouse

 

 



 



                                Stage 52

                        

                                Co. Mayo: Mullet Peninsula: Ballyglass to Tra Bheal Doire

                                                Sunday 11 July 2021

                                                     39.5 km or 24.5 miles

At the B&B I availed of the cooked breakfast, poached eggs and tomatoes. I think its over 30 years since I ate any red meat so for me in the morning, its usually eggs of some kind. Maureen and Brian drove me back to Ballyglas Lighthouse to start today’s tough run. The Mullet Peninsula is quite flat with one exception, the northern top part which I happen to be tackling today. 

Back at Ballyglas Lighthouse again

After leaving the lighthouse I’m able to run south on the country road. I don’t risk taking the turn for Poll an Chapaill (stream of the horses) and trying to cross Blind Harbour. Even at low tide that would not be safe. Instead, I stay on the main road and take a right, signposted Tipp Pier. I don’t run down quite as far as the pier but take a left through a farmer’s track climbing up to the top of the headland. 

Bog Lillies along Headland

I follow the coast all the way around, running through boggy fields. It seems to take me ages but I eventually reach Ceann Iorrais (Erris Head) where I had arranged to meet Maureen and Brian again. There’s a small car park here and a wee mobile coffee/snack stand. It’s taken me over two hours to get here and I’m so glad to have a break.

With Helen at Ceann Iorrais (Erris Head)

We get talking to two girls Helen and Ali who are doing their own walking, swimming and running challenge around the peninsula. Helen is commemorating her sister and brother (Tish and Niall Murphy) who tragically lost their lives in a drowning accident exactly twenty years ago. We also get talking to Cathal and Noreen at the kiosk/coffee stand (Cliffside Treats). Noreen had her own personal tragedy when she lost her son, Daniel through a fishing accident. We had seen a commemoration plaque for Daniel on Rinroe Beach a few weeks ago and coincidentally it was Stephan (landlord from Yellow Rose B&B where we stayed) who found Daniels body after he was missing for days. 

Brian & Maureen during loop walk at top of Peninsula

Erris Head Loop Walk (Lub Cheann Iorrais)

I noticed a red dotted line on the Ordnance survey map to indicate this path which goes from the car park up to the very top of the peninsula. It means that Maureen and Brian can join me along this 5km stretch and I appreciated walking (rather than running) for a few miles.

After we reach the top I say goodbye to Maureen and Brian and I carry on, heading south on the coastal headland. As time passed I really struggled along here especially as I realised I had a long way to go on such a hilly and uneven terrain. This was tough going but it did bring me to the close to Eagle Island (Oilean Tuaidh).  

Eagle Island - closest point from Mullet Peninsula

   A Goat’s Song: I’ve just been reading Dermot Healy’s book ‘A Goat’s Song’ and he refers to this particular area. It’s the perfect novel to read if you’re visiting the peninsula. The main character in the book had a house in Aghadoon and he refers to Eagle Island and its flashing light from the lighthouse “three times flashes, count to eight and three times more”. At night from our B&B (10km away) we can see the flashing Lighthouse, but Brian and I counted to eighteen (not eight) each time before it flashes again! 

View of Eagle Island from Dun na mBo

At Dun na mBo - rock, rock and more rock
I stay by the coast and finally arrive at Dun na mBo (the cattle fort). In older times this was some kind of strategic fortress. There’s a blowhole here where the sea water is pushed forty metres up from sea level and sometimes stones are scattered around. I’m glad now to be back on a country road again (and hopefully no more hills to climb today). I follow the road south and take another right turn (not named at all) that brings me down onto the strand.
Shortcut from Dun na mBo to Annagh Head

 It’s low tide now and so it means I can take a shortcut along a beach that eventually brings me onto the road towards Annagh Head. This piece of luck has encouraged me and although I’m tired and very thirsty I’m feeling more positive. 

Annagh Head (Ceann an Eanaigh)

I run all the way down to the end of the peninsula at Annagh Head. Here on the west side of the Mullet Peninsula are the oldest rocks on mainland Ireland, 1,753 million years old. In the book ‘A Goat’s Song’, people light a bonfire at Annagh Head to celebrate St. John’s Night (23rd June). However,  today I’m the only person here.

 I leave Annagh Head and backtrack along the road. Soon I notice sand dunes on my right so I climb a fence and suddenly find myself on a lovely beach. I’m now on the sandy west side of the Mullet Peninsula. I can see Carne Golf links (often ranked as Ireland’s favourite by those curious enough to venture this far west). 

It’s not all easy along the strand but it is mostly beaches (or sand dunes) and I eventually arrive on Tra Bheal Doire. It’s 6.00pm and it has been a long day!

Relieved to arrive at Tra Bheal Doire


                                  Stage 53

                        

                                Co. Mayo: Mullet Peninsula: Tra Bheal Doire to Tra Deirbhile

                                                Wednesday 14 July 2021

                                                     17.2 km or 10.5 miles


Yes I completed this section on the Wednesday having already completed Stage 54 on Monday 12 July. Maureen and Brian joined me for the first two miles which was really just a nice walk on the beach. Even when I left them, it was mostly a 10 mile run along the strand on the west side of the peninsula.

Interestingly we followed some of the route for the Erris parkrun (because of Covid restrictions the parkrun hasn’t started back yet). At Blacksod Pier on Monday morning I met the organiser of the Erris parkrun, Padraig Brogan and I promised I would come back when it restarts. Padraig insisted that I come into in his office later that day and presented me with a parkrun cup and an Erris parkrun keyring. In January 2023 I was shocked to hear the very sad news that Padraig had passed away. I was so privileged to have met such a lovely man. I still carry the Erris parkrun keyring with me, attached to my car and house keys. I will keep my promise to return some day and do the parkrun in Padraig's honour.

Padraig presenting me with Erris parkrun coffee cup 

Sinead Diver: Speaking of running I realise I’m not too far away from where Sinead Diver grew up. Sinead is running in the Tokyo marathon in a few weeks. She only started running in 2010 at the age of 33 after she moved to Australia. Under normal circumstances she might have been home in Corclough and might have even joined me, but I’ll excuse her today as she’s running at a much bigger event in Japan! And an update to this story: Sinead finished tenth in the Olympic Marathon in August 2021 in a time of 2 hours 31 mins. More recently in December 2022 she knocked another 10 minutes of that time in the Valencia Marathon with 2 hours 21 mins. That time would have won her every Olympic Marathon. Not bad for a wee girl from west Mullet.  

 Inish Gluaire, ‘Children of Lir’ & other legends

We can clearly see Inish Gluaire (The island of Purity) which has a connection to the story, ‘The Children of Lir’ based on the old Irish legend about the four children who were turned into swans. Inish Gluaire is where, according the legend, the swans/children had to spend the final 300 years as part of their punishment.

There is another even stranger and scarier legend that the medieval writer, Giraldus Cambrensis (1146-1223) tells about Inish Gluaire island. It says that human corpses don't decay on the island and ‘if deposited in open air, they remain uncorrupted; relatives can recognise their parents, grandfathers, great-grandfathers and all their ancestors’. Not so sure if I want to believe this. It reminds me a little of the ‘White Walkers’ in Game of Thrones which would give anyone the creeps!

On western beach 

Anyway, back to July 2021. I say goodbye to Maureen and Brian and continue along the beach. There’s a strong south-west blowing in my face but at least there are no hills today. Also, the tide is going out which does help me as the day goes on. However, soon I come to a stretch of the coast that’s quite rocky. There are no sand dunes here on this (one mile) section and the local farmer has done such a brilliant job with his barbed wire fencing, meaning I can’t even run in the fields. I have no alternative but to climb through and over the rocks and stones which seems to take ages.

Great to have this long beach to run on
 However, once I’ve tackled that rocky section, I have a beautiful sandy section ahead. The beach is about 3.5km long and I recognise it as I was here at this exact spot yesterday with Maureen and Brian. There are lovely views from here across to the Inishkea islands.

Brian loves the waves

Inishkea Islands

I’ve had a fascination with these two islands for about 20 years, even before I knew exactly where Inishkea was. My curiosity came from the fact that these twin islands seemed to buck the trend as regards the population decreasing after the famine. The potato blight never reached Inishkea. The islanders also had a great skill and tradition of fishing. In the early 20th century when other areas had high emigration a Norwegian whaling station brought employment to Inishkea. However the presence of the station caused tension between the two islands, because it is said that all the jobs went to the south islanders and the north islanders were left with just the foul smell! 

On our way to Inishkea South Island


Brian gets a chance to drive the boat

Although Inishkea avoided the famine and had very little emigration the islands were met with a terribly tragedy in 1927 when a massive storm claimed the lives of ten fisherman. After this disaster, the islanders realised themselves that it was no longer safe to be fighting the hazardous Atlantic winds.

Deserted village on Inishkea Island

Maureen, Brian and I were delighted to be able to visit Inishkea South on the Tuesday. Yes I resisted the temptation to run around the island although it would have been quite an easy challenge. For our trip we were blessed with a beautiful day and a lovely calm see crossing. The island (Inishkea South) was everything I wished for. We had four hours to explore it all and enjoy our picnic in this magical Atlantic isle! The ruins of the old houses still remain and it was easy to imagine hundreds of villagers living here just a century ago.


At the tower on Inishkea Island

Meanwhile I continue my Wednesday run on the west side of the Mullet mainland. I keep an eye on the Inishkea Islands across the sea as I run to the very end of the long beach. I then take a trail that joins up with the country road and after a steep climb, pass through the village of Glais. 

From Glais looking back to beach I ran on 

After the great storm in 1927, most of the Inishkea islanders were relocated to this area. I also noticed a place nearby on the map called ‘An Baile Nua’ (new town).

 For me it’s the perfect downhill run to my finish line at the pier (An Port Mor) and then along the strand to Tra Deirbhile. Today was probably one of my nicest runs so far, mostly beach and perfect ‘sand for the feet of the runner’. Across the sea I can clearly see the hills of Achill Island. Dark Slievemore is towering above and the huge cliffs of Croaghaun are leaning into the sea. It’s going to be tough going when I get to Achill. However, that’s a run for another day.      

 

                                Stage 54

                        

                                Co. Mayo: Mullet Peninsula: Tra Deirbhile to Clogher

                                               Monday 12 July 2021

                                                     13.7 km or 8.5 miles

I completed this section in the early morning, skipping the cooked breakfast again and arranged to meet Maureen and Brian later on at Tra Deirbhile. I started at the B&B (Bru Chlann Lir) near Clogher and completed this section clockwise (with the sea on my left) for a change. I had two tough days of running so I was struggling to get moving at all today. The weather didn’t help as it was a dull morning. Just as I did on Saturday, I headed down to Tra Mullach Rua. When I got to the beach I ran south this time and then later I re-joined the main road. 

At Blacksod Pier with Gov Minister & officials in background 

As I was running down to Blacksod Pier I noticed a group of people gathered there. I thought that maybe word had got around that I was running around the Mullet peninsula. Unfortunately, the small crowd were not there to greet me. They were waiting for a government minister, Jack Chambers to arrive as there are plans to open up the Blacksod Lighthouse as a museum. I got talking to a freelance journalist, Tom Reilly (from Takemeschnap) who, having time to kill before the minister arrived, did a video interview with me. I told him my story and later I was able to share the video link on my Facebook page.  

At Blacksod I spot a memorial garden nearby with the names of hundreds of emigrants who left Mayo for America after the famine. It was James Tuke, a Quaker who realised that local resources could not sustain such a large population. Tuke even travelled to Canada and the US to get in touch with potential employers and find suitable locations for the emigrant families. The scheme was successful but only lasted for two years (1882 to 1884) following opposition from Parnell’s IPP party and the Catholic bishops.

There is so much history here on the Mullet Peninsula and as I’m running around the coast of Ireland I’m always conscious of those who have suffered in various battles or disasters. 

However, when something happens in more recent times it’s more difficult to refer to it. On 14 March 2017, a rescue helicopter had completed the medical evacuation of an injured fisherman 250 kilometres west of Blacksod. On returning to the Mullet peninsula the aircraft crashed into a high island called Blackrock Island, about 17km west of Mullet.

(On our boat trip to the Inishkea islands we actually saw the cone shaped Blackrock Island from a distance).

View of Blackrock Island from boat trip to Inishkea

Sadly, all four crew members on board, Dara Fitzpatrick, Mark Duffy, Paul Ormsby, and Ciarán Smith died. Although Blackrock Island was registered in the craft's GPS mapping system it wasn’t registered on the aircraft’s EGPWS system.

Captain Shivnen spoke at the service of Paul Ormsby whose body was never recovered. He quoted a verse written by Fergus Sweeney (grandson of the afore mentioned, Maureen & Ted Sweeney) that Fergus had written for a previous memorial at Blacksod lighthouse. 


“You are a rumble in the sky: you are a flickering star: you are hope in the darkness’’

Plaque at Blacksod Pier in their memory  

 

 The D Day Landings

It’s amazing that Blacksod and the Mullet peninsula has a connection to the D Day Landings. In 1944 Maureen and Ted Sweeney, who were based at the local weather station in Blacksod Bay, were first to forecast a severe Atlantic storm, which led to a change of plan in one of the world's biggest military operations. Maureen Sweeney is now over 100 years ago and was honoured in 2021 at Tí Aire nursing home in Belmullet where she lives. She received a ‘USA House of Representatives’ award that is very rarely given. Maureen likes to tell the story about that day in 1944.

‘A lady with a distinct English accent requested me to ‘'please check. please repeat’’. We checked and rechecked and the figures were the same both times. They had it all worked out to the nearest detail, but our weather report put the first spoke in the wheel. They would have gone ahead and the invasion would have been a complete disaster. There they were, with thousands of aircraft which couldn't tolerate low cloud. They could arrange everything, but they couldn’t pre-arrange the weather! We were delighted we put them on the right road. We eventually had the final say.'

 

Another interesting fact about Blacksod Bay is that Tom McClean arrived here in July 2019 after rowing across the Atlantic, becoming the first man to do this single handed. It took him 70 days from Newfoundland.

As the government minister arrives at Blacksod Pier, I decide it’s time for me to leave. I backtrack up the road and take a left towards Tra Deirbhile. It’s quite foggy along here so not much to see at the Deirbhile’s Well viewing point. Legend says Saint Deirbhile travelled here to this part of Mayo to escape a lover. Yes you can’t get much further away than this corner of the Mullet Peninsula! I keep running until I see a sign for Tra Deirbhile. It’s a nice south facing beach and I’m glad to soak my feet in the salty water until Maureen and Brian arrive.

Total coastal circle of Mullet Peninsula: 116.7km or 72.5miles

Sunday, 13 June 2021

      

STAGES 49-50: The five Stags with one slightly hidden

                                           

                               Stage 49

                        

                                Co. Mayo: Beal Deirg to Annie Brady Bridge

                                                Saturday 12 June 2021

                                                     50 km or 31 miles

‘’But now if anybody says anything about war or even fight, I will just run and run and run’’  Kenule Beeson, Nigerian writer.

Back again after another long Covid interrupted break. I have a nervous excitement about recommencing my coastal adventure as it’s been nine months since the last run. However, the long delay has given me more time to complete my book (Ulster Coastal Run) which covers the first 40 stages of my Coastal Run.

 However, today I’m back in the western province of Connacht in a very remote corner of north-west Mayo. It’s a general area called Erris. The Irish naturalist, Robert Prager, described this part of Mayo as ‘’the wildest, loneliest stretch of any county to be found in Ireland’’. However he did go on to say ‘’I find such a place not lonely or depressing, but inspiring’’.


Readers of the Irish Times voted this Erris region ‘the best place to go wild in Ireland’ and I’m tempted to strip off and go a bit wild myself. However, it’s a bit cooler and duller in this part of Mayo and nowhere near the 26 degrees forecasted in some parts of Ireland today. It had been a five-hour journey yesterday evening from Bangor, Co. Down to reach this area of Mayo. Maureen, Brian and I are staying in the Yellow Rose B&B in Belderrig and our hosts Eileen and Stephen looked after us over the weekend.

Just out - my new Book, Ulster Coastal Run - but today I'm in Connacht 

I decided on a very early start this morning with a light breakfast of Weetabix and banana. Stephen at the B&B even got up and kindly made me tea and toast before I started my run from his house at 6.26am. Maureen and Brian opt for the full Irish breakfast at 9.00am and we arrange to meet later.

I’m feeling confident about my fitness as I’ve done a few long runs in the last few months in preparation for this weekend. In addition, I completed a 50k (31 miles) race at Down Royal Racecourse just two weeks ago with a time of 4 hours 55 minutes. That involved running seventeen times around the racecourse. In horseracing terms, that’s 248 furlongs - at least there were no fences to jump over! I’ve also recently had my second Covid vaccine so I should be good to go today.

I take the quiet country coastal road (just outside the B&B) from Belderrig to Porturlin. I wondered why Eileen at the B&B called it the ‘high road’ but I quickly found out as I seem to be climbing for the first couple of miles after I left her house. In fact, the story of today was all about hills. My Strava results tells me that my total elevation today was 1,818 metres – by far the highest of any stage I’ve done so far. It’s a 13km run to Porturlin and I have this narrow road to myself, only meeting two vehicles along the way. 

Sheep on Porturlin High Road - blocking my way 

However, I did have my road blocked by sheep at one stage and there was no room to overtake them. I must have run behind them for a good 2km – the faster I went, the faster they went! I felt particularly sorry for the young lambs trying to keep up with their parents. Eventually I was able to steer all the sheep into a gap in a forest and continue my run.

When I arrive at Porturlin (or Port Durlainne) it’s still very quiet. There is evidence though that this is a proper fishing port with boats of all sizes here in this wee harbour. Mackerel, herring, salmon, cod and pollock are the main catches here. (Later back at the B&B I was able to enjoy some of this tasty mackerel for dinner). 

Porturlin Harbour

Watching out for drug smugglers











At the pier I have to make a decision, whether to stick to the country roads which would have taken me a few miles inland or follow the direct (over the headland) route towards Portacloy. As the weather was still quite dry I decide to stick to the coast. It was a long steep climb up the hill and as I got higher I can feel the strong Atlantic wind on my face. The beautiful views back down to Porturlin harbour made it all worthwhile.

View from top of Porturlin headland

View back down to Porturlin Harbour
I follow the rough grassy headland along the cliff. Sometimes it’s like running on a deluxe carpet but at other times I’m sinking into the bogland. I read somewhere that bog is actually 90% water and it does feel like that today with ‘its soft and craggy boglands’ as the Sawdoctors call it.

Cliffs near Portacloy

Approching Portacloy Beach










The cliffs are spectacular along here and after a lot of hard climbing I can eventually see the secluded Portacloy beach below me. I descend slowly and on the strand I stop to chat to a young family who have the whole place to themselves. It turns out that they’ve camped here over-night – what a beautiful beach and view to wake up to! The couple tell me that they’re originally from Poland but living now in Ballymena, Co. Antrim. 

Oliw and her family on Portacloy strand

Portacloy: perfect beach to wake up on

I carry on running on the other side of the beach, climbing again until I see the marked Carrowteige Loop. (Bhinn bhui or yellow cliff loop). On the ordnance survey map this part of the coast has a red dotted line which indicates a walking trail. Just west of the beach I cross over a stile and then there are small wooden markers, every 50 metres or so, all the way around the headland. After leaving Portacloy I take a detour off the path to the top corner of the peninsula and spot a huge stone Eire sign on the grass beside the cliff top. 

EIRE sign no. 63 was on further

These big ‘EIRE signs’ were made of rocks during WW2 so that aircraft flying overhead would know they were entering Ireland, a neutral country. This Eire sign even has the no. 63 beside it. (There were 83 in total all around the coast of Ireland erected during WW2). 

I get back onto the Carrowteige Loop. It’s tough going now with a lot more climbing over the bogland. However, when I eventually reach the top there are amazing views out into the Atlantic Ocean and now I can clearly see the famous stags of Broadhaven.

 The Stags of Broadhaven (Na Stacai)

In my previous coastal run from Rathlachan to Belderrig I could see these tall sea stacks in the distance, so I was looking forward to getting a much closer look. These five massive rocks rise out of the sea steeply to about 100 metres above sea level. All the stags have different names. The highest and central one is called Donal O’Cleirigh (for some reason) and apparently one of the tall rocks is bisected by a long narrow cave.

Later I see a small rocky inlet in the sea and remembered that I’d read about an island called Pig Island, named so because it’s shaped like a pig. I don’t think this is it and anyway when I showed Maureen the picture she said it looked more like a hippopotamus than a pig!

Island that looks like a hippopotamus or crocodile
 

I see another a high island which is called Oilean Mionnan (Kid island). The Ordnance Map says it rises 86 metres above sea level. I read that in summer flocks of sheep graze freely on the island. Not sure how they could even get there! Not far from Kid Island are three more tall rocks or stacks, the Parson 30 metres in high, the Hag 70 metres in high and the Buddagh 80 metres in high. Now I can see the Belmullet Peninsula across the bay. It looks like a long stretching island from here up on the cliffs and for a few minutes I was confused as to what island it could possibly be.

Remote secluded beach

I don't meet anyone else along this Carrowteige loop even though it’s quite a nice June morning and a Saturday. I feel like I’m the only person on another planet. Even this dark brown landscape of bogs and cliffs looks slightly lunar!

 Rinroe Beach

I had arranged to meet Maureen and Brian on Rinroe strand, near Carrowteige and I was looking forward to a good rest. It’s 11.00 am now and I’ve run about 35km (22 miles) and already climbed 1,700 metres today. This is the perfect place to have a wee break. Rinroe beach along with Portacloy Beach (see earlier) have both been recognised for their ‘clean environment, excellent water quality, natural beauty’ and has been awarded a Green Coast Award. To cap it all, this beach is safe for swimming too, although today it’s still too cold for that.

With Rinroe beach behind

Brian likes the boat

When I meet Maureen and Brian, I knock back a few bottles of water and have some chocolate and crisps (I need the salt). After a while the three of us walk down to the nearby pier (Barr na Rinne) and later at about 1.00pm I continue my along the main Rinroe strand. 
Sitting on Lobster Pot on Rinroe Pier

I run on the beach for a few miles (perfect sand for the feet of the runner). I had earlier checked the tide (low tide was at 2.00pm) which worked out perfect for me as I was able to take a short cut across to Rossport (Ros Domhach) peninsula. There was just a shallow stream to cross over (anyway, nice to get my feet washed!) but I was very happy to arrive on the other side. Soon I was able to follow the coast all the way around the peninsula until I came to Rossport Pier.    

 Rossport and Shell Gas Pipeline

I first heard about Rossport about fifteen years ago when five local men were jailed for refusing to allow the oil company, Shell access to their lands. Shell, with permission from the Irish government proposed to lay a high pressure, raw gas pipeline through the village and insisted that the pipeline was designed to the highest engineering standards and was safe.

However local people disagreed and protested. Five men, known as the ‘Rossport Five’ were jailed for 94 days for their refusal to obey a High Court order forbidding them from obstructing Shell's construction of the gas pipeline through their lands. Following a review, and after the men were freed from three months in jail, Shell agreed to re-route the pipe to move it further from the men's land.

Rossport: Shell still not popular in this area

Admittedly Shell didn’t have a great history in protecting the environment in other countries. They were criticised for causing pollutions and some alleged human rights violations in Nigeria. Kenule Beeson was a famous Nigerian writer and led a campaign against damage to the environment in Africa. Despite his non-violent campaign (see also his words/quotation at the beginning of Stage 49) he was executed by the military dictatorship in his own country. Meanwhile in Mayo in 2018, Shell exited the project, selling its ownership stake to Vermilion Energy.

I continue running, leaving Rossport Pier and join a country road with the sea on my right, as always. I take a right turn at a couple of T junctions and finally arrive at my finish point at Annie Brady Bridge. With a combination of tough steep hills and soft boggy surfaces today has been one of my toughest runs so far. 

 

                            Stage 50

                        

                                Co. Mayo: Annie Brady Bridge to Belmullet town

                                                Sunday 13 June 2021

                                                     35.8 km or 22 miles

   ‘’Time and tide wait for no man’’ Geoffrey Chaucer

My whole body is suffering today and I’m not as quick to jump out of bed this morning. I avail of the lovely breakfast that Eileen and Stephen have cooked us at the Yellow Rose B&B. After we check out Maureen and Brian drive me back to the Brady Bridge to start today’s run. There aren’t many towns or villages around here so it seemed a good idea to pick this bridge over the Muingnabo river to finish yesterday and start today. However, the bridge itself is not that clearly marked and it’s also difficult to find via Sat Nav. Yesterday as I waited on the bridge for Maureen and Brian a man stopped his tractor to see if I was ok. ‘’I thought you were going to jump in’’, he said. (I don’t think I would have had the energy.)

Ready to start Stage 50

History of Annie Brady Bridge 

During the Great Famine and before the bridge was built, this river crossing became a well-known, but sad parting point between the emigrants and their remaining families. Sometimes the river flooded and with strong currents, it swept away cattle and made it impossible to cross. Annie Brady was the wife of the Inspector of Fisheries for the area and noticed these sad scenes. She decided to raise money to build a bridge at the site to help people to travel further with their loved ones. The bridge was built in 1886 but swept away by a great flood in 1933. It was then replaced by a new structure that's still there today.


At 10.50am I start today’s run from the bridge. I find the first 4k out to the main road tough at times. Yesterday’s exploits are taking their toll and I’m wondering will I make it all the way to Belmullet. I reach the main road and follow it for about a mile before taking a right turn towards Pullathomas (Pholla a tSomais).

Taking a right turn to Pullathomas

At Pullathomas (yes hard not to think of a children’s tank engine!) there is a hostel and a pub. However, with Covid restrictions still in place both establishments are closed and there is absolutely nobody about today. 

The pub here is called McGraths and this area also featured strongly in the Rossport Shell protests. There was a stand-off with about forty locals and twenty Garda on the land of Paddy and Bridget McGrath, the owners of the pub. The McGraths also had land down at the estuary near the proposed Shell pipeline. Two of the ‘Rossport Five’ were also called McGrath so I presume they were all related.  




Hopefully the Hostel will reopen soon

I carry on along this country road. My legs are moving better now and I’m pleasantly surprised that I can do any running at all today after yesterday's exploits. I do, however, walk up the hills, telling myself that this is the ‘sometimes walking’ part that I refer to on the front cover of my book.

Looking back across to Rinroe beach

I can see the pier at Rossport, across the bay where I was yesterday and also Rinn Roe beach in the distance. Over a hundred years ago the government thought about constructing a bridge across Sruth Fada Conn Bay from here to Rossport. The estimated cost at the time was over £1,000 (a fortune in those days) but it never materialised.

Looking west in the distance I can clearly see the Ballyglass Lighthouse on the Mullet Peninsula. I pass through another quiet village called Inver (an tInbhear) as the road meanders around. Eventually I arrive back on the main Belmullet (Beal an Mhuirthead) road and shortly after this I take another coastal detour down to Gortmelia Strand. Even though it was low tide, this sand was very marshy and not at all good for ‘the feet of the runner’. I decide to abruptly come inland, crossing a farmer’s field and joined a trail that led me back to the main road.

Strange seeing a sign for Bangor in west Mayo (Bangor Erris)

I struggled on the last few miles into Belmullet but I was satisfied that I had achieved what I set out to do over the weekend - even if it had been more difficult than I realised. I was so glad to see Maureen and Brian there to greet me on the pier in Belmullet. 

And I finally reach the Belmullet Peninsula


Saturday, 8 May 2021


Lockdown Interlude

This long break gave me a good opportunity to talk about (and visit a few more, that I had missed earlier) the ISLANDS I've been to as part of this Coastal Run - all reached without getting on a boat, I should add!

The islands of Ulster  (see other blogs for more detail about each island) : During my coastal run I developed a peculiar interest in the islands around our shores especially those you can reach at low tide. 

My sons Matthew and Brian on Mid Island, Co. Down


Sunday Morning Group: Sunrise at ancient Nendrum on Mahee Island, Co. Down

The islands I ran (or walked) around were as follows:

·    Sketrick Island, Co. Down: Yes not much of an island but it has a pub, called Daft Eddies which Helen, Sean and I we were very glad to visit on a warm June day (See Stage 5)

·    Reagh & Mahee Islands, Co. Down: I reached these islands on a cold but beautiful December morning with a group of my Sunday Morning runners (See Stage 5)

·    Island Hill, Co. Down: Brian (his first island) and I walked across the causeway on a mild November day (See Stage 6)

·    Gores Island, Co. Down:  Another causeway that Brian and I circled on a brisk November  afternoon (See Stage 5)

·    Mid Island, South Island and Chapel Island, Co. Down: Brian and I were joined by one of my other sons, Matthew on a beautiful May morning (See Stage 6)

·    Inch Island, Co. Donegal: My friend Johnny McGrath joined me in running around this large island on a mild January morning  (See Stage 19)

·    Island Roy, Co. Donegal: Did this one on my own on the Rosguill peninsula on a nice October morning  (See Stage 24)

·    Cruit Island, Co. Donegal: Another one I did on my own on a mild March day  (See Stage 28)

·    Inish Caoil, Co. Donegal: I did this tidal island after arriving in Portnoo with Valerie & Philip McDonough on a nice May afternoon (See Stage 31)

  • Ernan’s Island: This was just outside Donegal town and I arrived there on a lovely September evening. (See Stage 38)
  • Oilean na Marbh (the island of the dead), Co. Donegal. Maureen and Brian joined me on a showery December afternoon (See Stage 28)
And these two below (Gibbs Island and Friend Island) which is maybe pushing it too far, in calling them islands

·    Gibbs Island, just south of Killyleagh, Co. Down: My sons Daniel and Brian joined me on a sunny December day.  Sunday 20th December 2020: Gibbs Island: Back in June 2017 when we did Stage 5 we should really have gone down Island Road (300 metres south of Delamont) from the main Downpatrick road. We could have covered Gibbs Island and then stayed on the coast to Delamont. Anyway, this was probably one of the smallest islands I’ve circled and it’s also quite a safe island to get to, almost always accessible except maybe at a very high tide. I deliberately waited to visit this island until my son Daniel was home. We took a circular route to the island, first going up to see the tall megalith stone. From the megalith there is a lovely view across Strangford Lough and down to the Mournes. There’s also a perfect view of the tree covered Gibbs Island where we were heading. 

Brian pointing out Gibbs Island, Strangford Lough, Co. Down.

We then joined the coastal path, keeping the sea on our left and after a while we climbed over a stone wall. This section is quite muddy but Daniel, Brian and I were well prepared. There’s a causeway across to the island, a small forest in the middle and a convenient grassy path around the island. We saw cows quietly grazing and all around us we could see a scattering of waterfowl making quite a lot of noise. I didn’t recognise the various wildlife species but apparently at this time of the year the following ducks and birds can be seen; teal, wigeon, redshank, greenshank, jackdaws and rooks. I’m no expert but there’s one bird and sound I do recognise and that’s the lonely cry of the curlew! At the back of the island it was a lot quieter. There’s a small wooden bench which was the perfect place for our picnic, looking across at the other islands spread over Strangford.

Daniel and Brian having picnic on Gibbs Island

We could clearly see Gores Island which is another tidal island where Brian and I had walked around back in November 2019. We could even see the causeway to that island slowly fading away as the tide was coming in. On this side of Strangford Lough we finished our picnic and left Gibbs Island as the winter sun was disappearing. 



·    Friend Island, just west of Groomsport, Co. Down: I've been to this 'island' many's a time as it's within walking distance from my home in Bangor. Saturday 9th May 2020 and other times too: Friend Island:I don’t think you’ll find any reference to this anywhere and it's probably going too far in calling this an island as it’s so small and so close to the shore. However it is surrounded by water for most of the time. It lies just west of Groomsport and I was always aware it was there as I often ran along that coastal path from Ballyholme beach.  I used to call it the ‘sandy island’ as it has a lovely silver beach that shines as it catches the sun; but then I saw a wooden sign on the Groomsport side saying ‘Friend Island.’

Brian with Friend Island behind

If you’re running (or walking) from Ballyholme to Groomsport along the coastal path, the nicest way to approach it (at low tide of course!) it is to take a left turn by the coast at about the half way point. Follow this rougher outer coastal path and it will eventually take you across some stepping stones to Friend Island. During the first lockdown (March to June 2020) the weather was so lovely and dry and I often ran (or walked with Brian) to the island. Then on 9th May 2020, when our older boys were home, Maureen and I decided to get up at 4.00am and watch the sunrise. This was in support of the ‘Darkness into Light’ campaign (which helps raise awareness of suicide and self harm) and has been held all over Ireland since 2009. This year, like a lot of other things, it was a virtual event. So, at the crack of dawn, Maureen and I walked down to Ballyholme beach and then along an outer coastal path towards Groomsport.  At first as it was slightly cloudy we couldn’t see any sunrise. However, just as we arrived on the island we could see the sun slowly coming up over Groomsport. It was definitely worth getting up to see!       


   Then there were a few other small islands that I couldn’t get to for various reasons – mostly because they seemed to be in private ownership. 

·       Castle Island West, just north of Killyleagh, Co. Down: Brian and I drove to Ringhaddy Pier and began to walk along a lane heading north to the island. A scary barking dog stopped us in our tracks and then a couple came out of their house explaining politely that we would need some kind of code or key from the National Trust to access Castle Island. We never went back!

·       Hare Island, just south of Killyleagh, Co. Down: Brian and I tried to reach this island from both sides of Strangford Lough. From the east side we tried to access it from Castle Island (east) road. We could only get as far as Quoile Yacht Club where there were ‘no entry’ signs. Then from the west side there didn’t seem to be any road or lane to Hare Island. We also tried walking from Gibbs Island but it got quite rough and it looked as if you would have to go through someone’s back garden to reach it!  

·       Rolly Island and Cross Island, east of Comber, Co. Down: I passed near these islands (See Stage 6) with my Sunday Morning Running Group as the winter sun was coming up over Strangford Lough. We were on our way to Mahee Island and ancient Nendrum. Both these islands were clearly marked ‘Private’. 

·       Feehary Island, Shamrock Island and Conly Island, just south of Whiterock, Co. Down: There was a narrow lane up a hill leading towards Feehary island but again there were ‘Private Road’ signs along the way. It looked like Shamrock Island and Conly Island could be reached at low tide but you would have to access another private lane and probably walk across some muddy fields after that. We didn’t get to any of these three islands.

·       Guns Island, north of Ardglass, Co. Down: I passed this island twice, once with Helen and Sean and then again at low tide on a nice summers day with my son, Brian. Even at low tide this didn’t look accessible at all and there was no causeway to the island. Brian and I definitely didn’t want to risk it. (See Stage 4)

Brian and I at low tide with Guns Island behind


·       Inishinny Island, Carrickfin, Co. Donegal: I dragged Maureen and Brian back here on a fairly miserable December day. This island is right at the top of Carrickfin peninsula and to the east of the more famous Gola Island (Dimigh go Gabhla). At low tide there was a great expanse of sand from the mainland so we made our way across. However just before we reached Inishinny itself there was a wide channel of water which made it impossible to reach the island. (See also Stage 28)

·       Island Ravedy, Melmore Head, Co. Donegal: This is one that got away! I had planned to go back at low tide but with so many restrictions and lockdowns I never made back to NW Donegal. It doesn't look as if there's any road or lane to this island so I’m not sure if I could have made it there anyway. I did read that there is a Lighthouse on the island and that you should be careful crossing as the tide can cover the causeway very quickly.         


Anyway, that's just a summary above of all the wee ISLANDS I've been to over the last few years as part of this Coastal Run. 

If you are thinking of joining me or want more information please email me on gerryoboyle@outlook.com or ring/text me on 00 44 (0) 7725613308.

Saturday, 19 September 2020

           

STAGE 48: Brian and me at Rathlackan Strand

                   

                            Stage 48

                        

                                Co. Mayo: Rathlackan/Killala to Beal Deirg

                                            Saturday 19 September 2020

                                                37.8 km or 23.5 miles


''To lift the lid of the peat and find this pupil dreaming of neolithic wheat.'' (Seamus Heaney wrote this after he met Patrick Caulfield in 1974. Patrick was the man who discovered the Ceide Fields - see later) 


Maureen, Brian and I made the long trip back down to Ballina on the Friday night, staying at the lovely Twin Trees Hotel again. We woke to a beautiful sunny morning and after a light breakfast Maureen drove me back (almost) to the point where I finished Stage 47 (on 22 August). If you remember back in August I tried to get across the narrow stretch of Lackan Bay but in the end decided it was a little dangerous to try to cross the river. So I began Stage 48 on the west side of Lackan Strand, running north towards Downpatrick Head. My plan for today was to run to Porturlin (Port Durlainne) but as you’ll read later, that didn’t happen!

Dun Briste and Downpatrick Head

I headed north along the coast road from Rathlackan. After about 8km I saw the sign for Downpatrick Head. It was about 2km run down to the Head but definitely worth the visit. 

View of Dun Briste at Downpatrick Head

There is a massive rock here that broke off the coast (its 50 metres high and only 50 metres from the main coastline). It’s called Dun Briste. Apparently there was a strong storm here in 1393, which caused the arc (or bridge) that connected the two parts to collapse overnight. (briste means break in Irish). It all happened so fast that some residents were trapped and had to be rescued with ropes. How anyone could have lived on the top of this massive Dun Briste rock is a mystery in itself.  

Dun Briste - 50 metres from mainland











I spotted another huge EIRE lettering on the ground at Downpatrick headland. I’m getting a bit blasé now about these big EIRE marks as I’ve seen so many (these signs were made during WW2 to indicate to airline pilots that they were entering the Republic of Ireland which was a neutral country during the war.) 

Nearby there are ruins of a church that was founded by St. Patrick, hence the name Downpatrick. There is also an underground cave (Poll na Seantuinne) on this headland. You need to climb down steps at the top of the big mound to see it. It was here that thirty local people were drowned as they escaped British soldiers in September 1798. This was really a ‘revenge act’ after General Humbert’s victories in Ballina and Castlebar. See my previous report on Stage 47.   

 

So I left Downpatrick Head, running south towards Ballycastle. I actually missed a turn here down to the beach at a very small crossroads at Gortmore. I should have taken a right turn down to the strand at this junction. I did come to another crossroads about 1km later and was able to get onto Ballycastle beach that way. It’s always special to run on a sandy beach (and this was my only one today!). There was a stream I had to cross over (barefoot) but there’s something good about taking your shoes off and dipping your feet in the cold sea water.

Crossing the stream at Ballycastle Beach

Just after the crossing the river I spotted a trail up through sand dunes which eventually led up to the main road. (I bypassed the village of Ballycastle by going this way.) Back on the main road again it was a tough climb along the twisty coastal road but I was determined to keep running until I reached the Ceide Fields.

Ceide Fields

This is the oldest know field system in the world going back 5,500 year. The discovery of the Céide Fields originally began in the 1930s when Patrick Caulfield working in the bog, noticed piles of rocks that must have been placed there by people and put there even before the bog developed. Forty years later Patrick’s son, Seamus, having studied archaeology, investigated further and discovered, under the bog, a system of fields, houses and megalithic tombs.

It was warming up nicely now and I was glad to get some water at the Tourist Centre at the Ceide Fields. I was still struggling though as I carried on west towards Beal Deirg and there were even more hills to climb. There was so little traffic on the road now and after a while I heard a car behind me. I was so glad it was Maureen and Brian. I drank some more water but I knew I only had a few miles left in me. I kept running as far as Belderrig, making sure to take a right turn after the bridge in the village. I then decided to finish today’s stage at the pier at Belderrig.

At Belderrig Pier

Not a bad place to finish today's leg and a nice secluded spot for the three of us to have a picnic on a sunny September day. While we were having our wee snack at the pier we couldn’t help notice the red (dearg) coloured heather in the surrounding hills. I was convinced that this was why Belderrig is so called. However I read later that Belderrig (the red mouth) got its name from the red colour of the water at the river mouth which has deposits of iron ore mixed with clay.   

Belderrig (Beal Dearg)

Even calling Belderrig a village is a bit of an overstatement - there really is so little here. However, all that could have been so different if there had been a railway line to Belmullet with a station at Belderrig. This was a serious considered project at the beginning of the twentieth century and there was even a hotel built in Belderrig in anticipation (another hotel was built in Ballycastle for the expected railway). The idea of a train service in this part of Mayo was to reach Belmullet (Blacksod Bay) and then connect further on to America via trans-Atlantic shipping.