There were 11 walkers out, and it was such a pleasant route that there was a suggestion that it be repeated as an annual event!
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There were eight people out on this very pleasant walk. Apart from a very heavy shower at the start, the weather stayed fine for the day. The walk naturally fell into two distinct parts, the first along the spine of the peninsula with wonderful views over neighbouring Beara and Mizen. After a refreshing cup of coffee at the lighthouse cafe the second half was mainly along the cliffs on the northern quieter side. The walk took just over four and a half hours.
Six walkers enjoyed an excellent day. There was a cold wind in places and conditions were somewhat wet underfoot. We began by climbing the steep face of Knocknaman that overlooks Cooomasatharn lake. We then traversed Meenteog, Coomcarrea and Teermoyle. At this point, we made the decision to descend the arête over Coomreagh, as the full circuit over Drung Hill would have meant a late finish. We completed the walk in just over five hours.
Ten people joined the walk on the Ballycotton Cliffs. It turned out to be a beautiful sunny evening with stunning views in all directions. The cliff path was followed outward and back the same way. Some of us went for an after-walk coffee and chat in Ballycotton.
Nine walkers enjoyed this inspiring route, starting at the Faha grotto. Ahead of us were local people doing the annual Féile na Lúnasa climb of Brandon. The weather gods had granted us ideal walking conditions, with extensive views as we climbed. We had a short break in the coum before scrambling up the steep gully to the col, where we had great ocean vistas from Brandon Creek to Smerwick harbour we turned south to reach Brandon summit 952mtrs. Some opted to continue along the ridge to Brandon Peak, while others decided to return to Cloghane. Moving steadily along the ridge with views on our left down to the paternoster lakes and Loch Cruite we climbed Brandon Peak (840m) and Gearhane (803m). From here we descended steeply at first to reach the Owenmore river valley and the minor road leading back to Cloghane. Then to Fermoyle beach for a welcome plunge in the surging surf.
42 members and guests enjoyed these events. The City Walk was an inspiration; we know we’re a good club and we’re pretty good at mountaineering, but here was an opportunity to learn about Cork. 35 of us participated in a rather wet historical walk through the city, learning about the War of Independence in Cork. This provided us with plenty of conversational material at our summer BBQ. A most enjoyable evening – although, unaccountably and unusually, lacking in song!
The Knockmealdowns are such a forgiving mountain range! Not only did they accommodate our super-fast long walkers (see previous report), they also allowed this group of 14 to sub-divide into faster and not-so-fast, so everyone had an enjoyable day. We climbed steadily from the Vee to the summit of Sugarloaf, then across the ridge to Knockmealdown itself. For some of our group it was their first County High Point (well done, you know who you are!) We returned along the ridge as far as the “St Declan’s Way” path, and enjoyed a splendid descent through Glenmoylan.
Just four walkers for our 20 kms-plus walk on this beautiful sunny July day. We took the low route via the Tipperary Heritage Way to start, where we spotted a rare species of butterfly, and shortly afterwards we saw a buzzard flying low along our track. We later saw two buzzards soaring high above us in the clear blue sky. We took a short break at the Liam Lynch monument before starting the climb. We headed up to Crohan West along a now well-worn track, where we stopped for lunch. We had a clear view from there of our journey ahead, firstly to Knockmeal, and then to Knocknagnauv and on to Knockmealdown. It always looks easier from a distance, and so it proved, but with a steady pace we managed to make good progress, even on the steep bits, and got back to the cars in just less than 8 hours. Refreshments in Lismore were very welcome en route home.
Judging by the happy campers on our return, we will have to do it again! On Saturday, five of us stepped aboard the ferry for our weekend Blasket adventure. We claimed the prime camp site and pitched our tents right above the beach. Some of us went for a swim and a spot of seal-watching. As the evening drew in the seals gathered in the water, heads bobbing, then they slowly and cautiously pulled themselves ashore to bed down for the evening. They are a noisy bunch before they settle! We fell asleep lulled by the rhythm of the waves and vaguely heard the Manx shearwaters coming home to roost. We awoke early to the sounds of the seals getting ready to go back to the sea – about 300, we estimated. They slowly curled and stretched and did what looked like seal Pilates before gradually plunging back into the sea, keeping us enthralled right through breakfast. Then we broke camp, squeezed in another little swim and made our way to the slipway ready for our ferry. Magic!