Saturday, August 31, 2013

Ben and Judy's Ireland Adventure - August 22-26

For those of you who may be paying attention (and, really, more for ourselves to preserve some of our impressions) we thought we would summarize our Ireland explorations.  I am writing this to cover all five days, rather than one entry per day.

We were quite impressed with English trains - smooth, comfortable, and efficient (although our train to Manchester was delayed by a fatality on the tracks).

We have been in Ireland for five full days and six nights.  It is now late on our final night (Monday, Aug. 26) and we will hop on our first homeward flight tomorrow morning, at Shannon Airport.

In five days we:
--  drove from Shannon to Kenmare, via the Killarney Natl Park and Muckross House
--  spent the night in Kenmare and explored the Ring of Kerry via car and some walking
--  drove to the town of Dingle on the Dingle Peninsula and spent two nights there
--  explored the Dingle Peninsula via a clockwise drive on local roads
--  drove over the Dingle Peninsula mountains via Conner Pass and then on to Tralee
--  spent the afternoon in Tralee, in a museum and gardens
--  drove to Ennis and spent two nights there, including a bit of a pub crawl listening to "trad" Irish music
--  enjoyed the Cliffs of Moher and the Burren, both in County Clare


We covered in five days perhaps 600 miles, 5 times the distance we hiked in 11 days. We experienced tremendously varied terrain, from mountains as high as the Lake District pikes to barren expanses of glacier torn rock.  We enjoyed the Irish version of an English breakfast and beer - both similar to and yet quite different from the British versions.


One common denominator was, for better or worse, the weather.  The overcast skies, showers, and cool temperatures mostly continued apace.  However, as more than one Irish poet has opined, the Irish countryside has a lush, green beauty which is somehow intensified by mist and grey skies.  When the sun breaks through the clouds it can illuminate a valley in a warm glow and blaze of color.  On our drive over the Conner pass the crest was blanketed in heavy mist, but as we descended towards the north coast of the peninsula the sun broke through in patches, producing rainbows and highlighting the intense green of the pastures.  Delightful!


Our arrival day was warm and sunny, an unexpected pleasure.  Muckross House is set on a magnificent lake within Killarney National Park.  It  is a stately, elegant house with expansive, beautifully landscaped grounds; and is of special interest to us, since it was most recently owned by the same family that built Filoli in Woodside, CA.  The park has some of the highest mountains in Ireland and they are beautiful and visually compelling in a way different from the Lake District fells.  Most obviously, they are heavily forested; they are also more angular and steep, as well as more compact.  This would be a wonderful place for day hikes.  Perhaps the Irish do a better job of developing and maintaining their trails!


We liked Kenmare's unassuming simplicity and pleasant squares.  Unlike Cumbrian and Yorkshire towns, the architecture is relatively modern and simple, with their use of a broad pallet of saturated colors as the only interest.  Pleasant, but not remarkable.  We saw virtually no indications of current poverty - all buildings were very well kept, the streets exceptionally clean, and the people pleasant and helpful.


Our drive clockwise (as recommended by Rick Steves) around the Ring of Kerry was informative and eye-opening.  Derrynane House, the home of Daniel O'Connell, was our first visit.  He is revered as the "liberator" of Ireland and was the first to use mass non-violent protests to create change - in this case full representation for Irish Catholics. We explored a number of ring forts, built by Bronze Age tribes, along the ring drive.


Ruins of houses abandoned during the potato famine dot the landscape, silent and mostly crumbling remnants of the hard work and dreams of many poor farm families.  One set of buildings has been restored and provides much information about the famine, the politics and economics of the time, and the mistreatment of the poor by wealthy landowners.  Some of Judy's extended Irish family ancestors experienced the famine.


The Skellig Islands, just off the coast, were the site of several monasteries which helped keep Christianity alive during the dark ages.


Our drive to Dingle occupied the rest of the afternoon, getting us to Dingle in time for dinner.  While Rick Steves seems to prefer Dingle over Kenmare, we are not so sure.  Dingle is crowded and touristy, while not particularly interesting in terms of layout or sights.  It does make an excellent base for exploring the Dingle Peninsula.

Despite constant rain and wind, Dingle sailors head out for a regatta!

The Dingle Peninsula is a rugged, wind swept spit of land which seems to defy subjugation.  This was emphasized by the dour skies and light rain.


The Blasket Islands, just off the western tip of the Dingle Peninsula, provide a fascinating glimpse into the earlier, simpler life of the rural Irish.  The Blasket Island Center, located on the peninsula provides much information about island life and, especially, about the island people's contributions to conserving and then sharing the Gaelic language.  Ireland celebrates the poetry and stories of islanders who wrote their life and village stories in compelling ways (and in their native Gaelic).


After our 2nd night in Dingle, we drove over the Conner Pass and on to Tralee.  We had intended to take the ferry across the River Shannon, but we arrived too late and so drove around the estuary.  This was better than the ferry ride, as it turns out, because we got to explore Tralee town and see the Shannon estuary up close.  We also came across ruins of an Abbey, not listed in guide books, which were the best preserved of any we have seen.


The County Kerry museum in Tralee was an excellent way to get closer to the history, scenery, culture, sports, and key figures of the area - including a recreated street scene from the 15th century.



Ennis is a full-fledged market town with the bustle of commerce rather than tourism.  It is perhaps more quaint in its own way than Dingle and has a music scene just as good as Dingle's.  We chose it as both a base for exploring County Clare and for easy access to Shannon Airport.


We arrived in time for dinner and an evening exploration including a pub with traditional music.  We, of course, had to have a pint of Guinness! Our B&B was large, modern and well appointed.


The next day saw us exploring the Cliffs of Moher, the Burren, and sights in between. The cliffs had a first rate, multimedia visitor center and provided spectacular, one of a kind scenery that lived up to the hype.



The Burren is a stark, denuded area which was created by a combination of geology, glaciation, and despolation by early man.  There were many burial and worship sites as well as large ring forts scattered across the 10 sq mile area.



That evening we had a very nice dinner at the Old Ground hotel and hoped to hear more music.  It turns out that Monday nights are VERY quiet in Ennis (and perhaps elsewhere) so we contented ourselves with a pleasant walk around town and a relaxed preparation for flight home the next day.

How can one summarize five short days spent along the west coast of Ireland?  Interesting and evocative.  We learned much about Irish history, key figures in that history, the long standing clashes between England and Ireland, and the many tragic results of those clashes.  We now understand some of the geography and can picture this part of Ireland in our mind's eye.  We have a feeling for Gaelic and its role as the purest current form of the ancient Celt language.  We experienced only a little of the wonderfully rich Irish music and literature, but can see why both are important and continue to enrich the world experience.  

We got to meet Irish people on the street, in pubs, and at our B&Bs, but did not have time to really connect with people (unlike our experience hiking, where slow movement was an asset).  Ireland is a complicated place, with much diversity and many contradictions.  The ebullience of the economic expansion is gone, killed by the 2008 recession and its continuing problems in Ireland.  It will be interesting to observe how Ireland copes and moves forward in the next years.  In the meantime, the Irish seem to cling to their music, their language, and their dedication to the land.

Friday, August 30, 2013

Addendum for Robin Hood's Bay - added 8/31/13

Today we noticed that the last two photos for the end of our Sea to Sea blog did not appear in the published version.  Here they are:

Toni's Irish Sea pebble tossed into the North Sea:


Wainwright's Bar, where we shared the final pint in his honor.


Thanks to all of you who followed our journey, and especially to those who took time to comment and thus encourage us to persevere.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Littlebeck to Robin Hood's Bay - August 28, 2013

Today we started early because of the eleven mile journey between Littlebeck and our final stop 
at Robin Hood's Bay.  Robert, our host, drove us down to the village to resume our journey.
He proudly showed us the small Methodist church and the carvings by master woodcarver Thomas Whittaker complete with his trademark gnome, protector of the oak trees and all things made from them.

From Littlebeck we followed the course of the stream to Falling Fos, a sixty foot high waterfall. 



On the way there we passed The Hermitage, a cave carefully carved out of a solid limestone boulder. Two young men were just packing up their gear from an overnight stay in the cavern.


When we reached the falls there was a lovely tea garden for visitors.  We then marched uphill to climb over Sneaton Low Moor, our last chance to walk through the boggy highlands. (No interesting photos there)  Fortunately after three dry days the walking was easy.  Our GPS  proved quite useful to find our way over the featureless heather hills.

After descending through a narrow, eroded track to a paved road, we rejoined civilization at High Hawsker, just before the last leg of the journey to the North Sea coast. We stopped for lunch at the Hare & Hounds pub.  We logged about 50 yards of bonus  as Joe missed the turn into the Sea Haven Caravan Park.  We passed through the most tidy and green mobile home park ever on the way down to the coast (but nobody takes photos of a mobile home park.)  We may book it for our next visit. 

Thus began our final 3 mile coast walk into Robin Hood's Bay, repeating our starting walk along the Irish Sea coast at St. Bees. It was equally beautiful,with rugged cliffs overlooking the sea, and grazing sheep and cattle in the pastures to our right.  Thankfully it was less windy and more warm.

Toni threw her pebble from St. Bees into the sea, and we went for a pint at Wainwright's Bar  to honor the old man who started it all.





A fitting end to our longest and most memorable walk ever.  At dinner later that evening at the Victoria hotel on the bluff overlooking  the village and the sea, we raised a glass to Judy and Ben, without whose support and companionship we could never have made it - a journey well begun and well ended.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Glaisdale to Littlebeck - August 27, 2013

Our eight mile walk today turned into an eleven mile trek because our lodgings tonight and last night were each off the path by a mile and a half. Those bonus miles plus the staggering climb up Grosmont, our highest peak since The Lake District took a toll on Joe and Toni's knees. We were rewarded for this thousand foot climb by  spectacular views of the valleys below and our first clear view of the North  Sea at Whitby.

Our first stop along the way was the Beggars Bridge in Glaisdale, built by a local beggar that made his fortune at sea and returned to marry a rich mans daughter. 

We walked through a beautiful forest along the River Esk and sat on a bench dedicated to a pair of well-loved dogs.  We stopped to visit a rare Catholic  church, St. Hedda's in Egton Bridge.

We walked the Egton Estate toll road and were lucky enough to pass by while the toll taker was out.

In the village of Grosmont we came upon a working steam train line, now used for tourist excursions.  It was straight out of the Harry Potter movies.

After a quick lunch at the art gallery/tea room, we began the dreaded Grosmont climb mentioned earlier. Signs indicated the grade out of the village was 30%. On the positive side, the walk was on smooth Tarmac  road shoulders.  Many false peaks teased us before Whitby and the North Sea came into view.

The descent into Littlebeck was a relief until we realized we had to climb back uphill 1 1/2 miles to Intake Farm, our lodging for the night.  Too late we understood we should have taken a short cut across the fields before going down to Littlebeck.  Our frustration was somewhat relieved when our host offered to drive us back down to the village to start tomorrows walk.

The farmyard was occupied by some very noisy geese who objected to our intrusion, by several generations of black and white cats who couldn't care less, and by a sheep dog who offered us the owners cane to play fetch.

We were rewarded by hot showers and a large and delicious dinner shared with a Danish couple also headed for St. Bees.

It is hard to believe that tomorrow is our last walking day.  It has been a journey exhausting but well worth taking. We have experienced beauty, misery and friendship beyond our expectations, and we are still walking.  One more day to come...




Monday, August 26, 2013

Blakey Ridge to Glaisdale - August 26, 2013

 Today we were finally blessed with a full day of sunshine. It even felt a bit hot in the early afternoon.  Andrew, our host from the Church House Farm drove us back up to the top of the moor near the Lion Pub to start.  We walked across the top of Glaisdale Rigg Moor on paved and gravel roads with the bright lavender heather in the foreground and beautiful views of the green valleys such as Great Fryup Dale in the distance.

Our first landmark was Fat Betty, a strange white stone monument across the road.  We decided not to wade through the bog   to give her an offering of food as some hikers do. We hope that no bad luck ensues.

We were passed all day by bicyclists on a triathlon of biking, kayaking, and swimming for the Monday Bank Holiday today -a little scary as they came up quickly from behind, often not warning us before they swept by two feet away.

We now understand the glory of the heather in full bloom and full sunshine. Our nine mile walk to Glaisdale went by quickly in such beautiful surroundings.

We overshot our B&B destination at about 1:00 pm, because it was off the standard path, and Joe misunderstood the written directions. That turned out to be a lucky accident because we ended up at the Arncliffe Arms Pub, the only place in town to get lunch.  Sitting outside at a picnic table were Barry and Nick, along with Mary from Missouri, waiting for the rest of her group. We shared a pint and a Coke with B & N as the rest arrived, probably our last encounter with them all, since they walked on to Egton Bridge for the evening and will finish tomorrow.

After two soups for lunch we convinced our host  from the Laneside B&B to pick us up at the pub and save a two mile uphill backtrack to our accomodation.  The Laneside is a lovely modern farmhouse with a fabulous, large garden full of vegetables, flowers, and butterflies.  Toni spent quality time with our hostess discussing gardening.


We'll be returning to the Arncliffe Arms for dinner tonight with another new group of walkers. Only two days to go!  I'm not sure how we'll feel about the end of the adventure...

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Clay Bank Top to Blakey Ridge - August 25, 2013

Last night at the Dromonby Bridge B&B we met Allison and Lee from Sussex, two fellow C2C walkers and agreed to walk together today. It was a good decision because they knew the path crossing at Clay Bank Top and the direction to go in the dense fog. The path started with steep stone steps climbing into the mist and then leveled out into a wide track.


We walked across nine miles of moor covered with bright purple heather but could not see more than twenty feet in any direction - yet another new experience of English weather. Our companions pointed out several grouse along the path but we could not get clear photos in the mist. 


Finally the mist cleared to one side and gave us a spectacular view of the green patchwork quilt of the farms below. 


By noon we could see our destination, The Lion Inn, on a hilltop a mile ahead. We were there by twelve-thirty, our earliest time to date.   Lee and Allison had kept us walking at a record pace.


Since it was lunch time we consumed yesterday's packed lunch with a pint in the garden area.  By that time it was sunny and pleasant. As we were finishing lunch, who should show up but Nick and Barry, our previous hiking buddies.  They moved inside to buy a pub lunch, giving us good reason to stay for another pint and a chocolate sundae.


The Lion Inn was much bigger and busier than we imagined, with several dining rooms and a car park filled with cars and bikes.  People drive up from York and villages around the area to eat and enjoy the scenery; especially today since it is a bank holiday weekend. 


Before be left for our new B&B, several other hikers we had met on the path arrived.


Our B&B tonight is at Church House Farm in  Danby Dale. It turns out to be a fabulous place. It is a working farmhouse, large, comfortable, newly remodeled, and tastfully decorated. The hosts are Andrew and Judith, telephone 01287669303.  They just opened in June and do not even have a sign up yet.


Only three more walking days to go!