Mile Failte 2018 – Part II

Recollections from a 1,200km cycle ride around the south-west of Ireland, June 2018 The Mile Failte is a 1200km audax radiating around the south west corner of Ireland from its base in Killarney. Continued from Part I It wasn’t long before I was back up the hill and sipping fine coffee and sumptuous cakes atContinue reading “Mile Failte 2018 – Part II”

Dawn upon Camphire Bridge

That cold clear summer’s morning I beheld thee Still as glass beneath a sky clear and fair Numb with cold I stood transfixed by dawning day And the weariness of those long cycled miles Under the beating sun, and a fulsome moon Had soaked my bones with sweet Irish marsh marrow And melted my heavyContinue reading “Dawn upon Camphire Bridge”

The Celtic Knot – Part II

Recollections from a 1,000km cycle ride around various parts of Ireland, July 2016 Continued from Part I Saturday 30th June The alarm went off at 05:00. I felt rather rough but physically fine. After showering I headed to the canteen where the rest of the “team” were already way through their breakfasts. It transpired thatContinue reading “The Celtic Knot – Part II”

Mile Failte 2018 – Part I

Recollections from a 1,200km cycle ride around the south-west of Ireland, June 2018 The Mile Failte is a 1200km audax radiating around the south west corner of Ireland from its base in Killarney. I suppose it all began two years earlier when I cycled over to Ireland and back to do the Celtic Knot. ThatContinue reading “Mile Failte 2018 – Part I”

The Celtic Knot – Part I

Recollections from a 1,000km cycle ride around various parts of Ireland, July 2016 Thursday 28th July 2016 It was clear that Clara, once a thriving industrial town, had seen better times. Boarded-up shops and pubs greeted me as I hobbled around town (my feet blistered and in agony from walking too much around Dublin). LargeContinue reading “The Celtic Knot – Part I”

Lane to Killarney

What lane is thisLost in these soft folds of green?Who wove your wayWandering around yonder bend?Bedecked with fully unfurled fern,The mossy trail trails away …A solemn silence, saveSweet sound of bird unseenWho trampled your wayLeg-worn and weary,Wandering homeward With flock or herd?This sunken cottage overgrown -Tumbled timbersSagging stoneThe welcome-worn doorstep youSo well knew has mossyContinue reading “Lane to Killarney”