I went for a walk on the Sheeps Head Way yesterday. It was a long my own designated walk. Only part of it is on the official yellow finger post Sheepshead Way walk and the rest is along tracks and roads. Walking and slipping and sliding and looking at Dunmanus Bay on one side and Bantry Bay on the other side. Perhaps it could be called Northsider Way. I christened another walk near Kilcrohane: The Dragons Back. Suppose that's how places get their names. Somebody makes it up and it sticks.
A concrete trig point on the Northside overlooking Bantry Bay.
No radio or ear phones to today. Just listening to the wind, gargling streams, bird song and a myriad of thoughts in my head. Thinking of my ancestors walking similar routes and foraging for turf and loading it in wicker baskets strapped to weary donkeys. This is my Ireland. Forever accompanied with the weather but always aware of the emerald dress that she wears and dazzled by her beauty.
It's been very wet the last few weeks and my garden works dried up a little. There's irony for you. I have work it's just not been suitable for gardening work. Anyone for a wheelbarrow rut in their lawn please?
About an hour into my walk the problems start to leave me and the landscape and me blend into each other. We are one and the same. Go for a walk and leave your troubles at home. Makes you want to sing that Carpenters song:
"I'm on top of the world looking down on creation and the only explanation l can find.."
All together now.