Sunday, 24 August 2025

Stages 119-120: South Co. Kerry

The distances I’m having to travel to get to my starting point are getting longer. It’s a 584 km (363 miles) trip to reach Caherdaniel from Bangor and almost a seven-hour journey – and that’s just one way. In reality it was more than an eight-hour trip as we stopped twice along the way and roadworks slowed us down. Interestingly, this time Satnav is bringing us right into Cork City, crossing the river Lee at Blackrock and then heading west on the N40 for a couple of hours. I always like to refer to anniversaries and as we’re driving through West Cork, I spot the sign for ‘Beal na Blath’. I’m remembering that tomorrow 22 August will be 103 years since Michael Collins was shot and killed, tragically by some of his own comrades.        

 Total distance around Ireland, so far: 4,506km (2,800miles) 

     Raising funds for Special Schools - see link below

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Remember the crazy idea is to run around Ireland - strictly by the COAST- and once/twice/three-times a month since it all started back in Feb 2017. After completing the whole coast of  ULSTER (2017-2019), I've since run around the coast of CONNACHT (2020-2023). I'm now in the province of MUNSTER (2024-2027). I've already completed Co. Clare & Co. Limerick and I'm tackling the coast of Co. Kerry (as per planned stages below) See also earlier blogs for full story since the beginning of this adventure. In the past my run has been dedicated to Clifton Special School in Bangor, Co. Down where my son Brian attended for fourteen years and I'm continuing this trend of supporting Special Schools in all four provinces in Ireland. Also, there are still signed copies of my books available in Charlie Byrnes in Galway City or you can get a book, directly from me (where I live) in the Bangor/North Down/Ards area (free delivery). WhatsApp me on 00-44-(0) 7725613308 for more details or buy book through Amazon. All profits to Special Schools in Ireland.

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Next Stages:

Stage 121: Thursday 18 Sept: Sneem to Kenmare (actually Kenmare to Sneem)

Stage 122: Saturday 20 Sept: Kenmare to Ardgroom (Cork/Kerry border)


I'll then take a winter break until St. Patrick's weekend 2026 and tackle Co. Cork

Stages 123-125: Friday 13 March to Monday 16 March 2026: Beara Peninsula 

Stages 126-132 Good-Friday 3 April to Saturday 11 April 2026

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


Stage 119 Co. Kerry: Ballinskelligs to Caherdaniel: Friday 22 August 2025: 35.47km or 22.04miles

 ‘’Nothing is politically right which is morally wrong’’ Daniel O’Connell

Yes, we’re in Daniel O’Connell country and that comment by him is such a simple observation and is especially apt today. I can only imagine how horrified he would be with all that’s going on in the world and especially with, how things have developed in Israel and Palestine. It’s exactly 250 years ago this month since the great Emancipator was born and we’re staying close to his Derrynane home. Daniel O’Connell did not just fight for Irish Catholics but also spoke out against all persecutions including those in India; he stood up for the Maori people in New Zealand, Aborigines in Australia and Jews in Europe. However, his strongest opposition was against slavery, especially in the United States. He said, ‘’of all men living, an American citizen, who is the owner of slaves, is the most despicable’’. These strong views were not popular with some of the Irish American leaders and also lost him some of the young Fenian support.   

Me at the end of today's stage in Ballinskelligs

Maureen, Brian and I are staying at the ‘Old Post Office’ in Caherdaniel, which is now an Airbnb. I’m up early, about 6.30am and running clockwise for a change with the sea on my left. The plan for today is to finish at the Cill Rialaig Arts Centre in Ballinskelligs. The name Caherdaniel actually comes from an old fort, ‘Donal’s Ringfort’ and copper ore was mined here over 4,000 years ago. With the area now known for being the home of Daniel O’Connell, it could easily be conveniently translated as ‘Daniel’s Town or City’ as Cathair is Irish for city.

Derrynane Beach

It’s a warm morning as I follow the signs for Derrynane that leads me to the shore, passing the Blind Piper Pub, where we had a few tasty meals during the weekend. Arriving down on the coast, my first reaction was ‘what a beautiful and magical coastline’ with its green fields, white strands and all surrounded by the Kerry hills. Maureen, Brian and I did return to here on Sunday afternoon and it was even more impressive at low tide. Today I spot Abbey Island at the end of the beach and some of the cemetery headstones are clearly visible. I stay by the strand and then take a turn inland when I run out of beach. I’m following the ‘Kerry Way’ which is marked on the OS map, and it brings me down to Derrynane Pier. 

Nearly missed this small arrow pointing to the 'Kerry Way' 
View from the Kerry Way path, near Derrynane Pier

For a while I’m unsure of which way to go and begin to leave the harbour. Then I see an arrow pointing towards a path. It would have been so much easier if there had been a ‘Kerry Way’ sign here and not just a small pointer, which was difficult to spot. I follow this coastal trail that winds along the shore with spectacular views out to the twin islands of Scariff and Deenish. They seem to be covered in early morning mist and fog.

View from Kerry Way with islands of Scariff & Deenish in the distance

Everything is perfect so far on my run - but then it all goes horribly wrong and quite quickly too! The coastal trail seemed to lead me down through a wooded area to a tiny beach with no exit point. I decided to back track, but in hindsight should have looked for another marked path. I made a terrible decision here to climb up onto a hill where the terrain was uneven and rocky. At times like this I wish I had someone running with me. I struggled through boulders and uneven grass for almost an hour and eventually (that word again!) I rejoined the Kerry Way and made it onto a harbour called ‘Ce Bheal Tra’. Already I’m exhausted and I’m probably only about 3k from where I started a couple of hours ago.

At Bheal Tra Pier, not too far from Caherdaniel

I follow the Kerry Way north towards the N70, but I stay on a country road, heading west. I remain on this lower road which runs parallel and south of the Ring of Kerry. The OS map marks this area as ‘Com an tSleabheain’- not sure if that refers to some kind of pass over the mountain. When I come to the end of the road, there’s a rough pathway which looks promising. I do realise that I’m taking another risk here as I head further west towards the corner of ‘Hog’s Head’ (Ceann Muice). This area seems to be called Reenearagh. and I’m heading for ‘An Rinn Iarthach’ – the most westerly point. However, I wasn’t prepared for the steep hills and the long grass which made every step difficult. I wouldn’t recommend this ‘mountain route’ to anyone! 

View from the hills at Reenearagh

My only saving grace is that it’s a warm and sunny day with absolutely no wind or breeze. It has been such a tough journey so far today and there’s still a long way to go. I do finally reach the road on the north side of the mountain that I know will bring me straight to Waterville. Along this route I pass Toor Beach ‘Tra Lobhair’, which translates as Leper beach. Maybe it was a beach where people who suffered from various ailments frequented.  

Finally reached Waterville or 'An Coirean'

At least it’s safer to run on this quieter and lower road. When I reach Waterville, I stop at the first cafĂ© which happens to be ‘Peter’s Place’. I definitely deserved my coffee and scone as I sit by the shore. 

I definitely deserved my break at Waterville

I continue running and spot a mural and then a statue of the comic actor, Charlie Chaplin. It was Walt Disney who recommended the ‘Butlers Arms Hotel’ in Waterville to Chaplin (and the surrounding area for fly fishing). Disney stayed at the hotel in 1946 when researching for the film ‘Darby O’Gill and the Little People’. Not the best film Irish ever made – the name in itself is cringingly embarrassing. Anyway, Charlie Chaplin first came here in 1959 and every year after that, until 1970 so he was obviously a true convert to the beauties of South Kerry. 

Charlie Chaplin was a regular visitor to Waterville

There are quite a few people taking pictures of Charlie but there is another statue nearby of Mick O' Dwyer who died just four months ago. O’Dwyer was a Kerry footballer who was part of a double act with the local Valentia man, Mick O’Connell. O’Dwyer became even more famous as manager of the historic Kerry team that won eight All Ireland titles in the 1970’s and 1980’s. While there are a lot of people gathering around the Charlie Chaplin figure, there’s nobody at all at the Mick O’Dwyer statue. I ask someone to take a picture of me. The man and his family are from Germany, and I explain that O’Dwyer was like the ‘Franz Beckenbauer’ of Gaelic football. They are all immediately impressed and take their own pictures of the GAA man. I wasn’t sure if they would have been interested to know, that Kerry are the new All-Ireland champions having beaten Donegal a few weeks ago. 

Waterville's favourite footballer and manager

I run along the rocky strand for a while but then climb up onto the shore road and take the long way around to Ballinskelligs. Satnav says it’s another 13.3k to reach my finish line, probably longer for me as I’ll run as close to the shore as possible. It’s a pity I can’t stay on the shore on Inny strand and cross over the narrow river by the coastal route. It would be much shorter and the perfect run along two long beaches. Maybe this was an option, but I wasn’t willing to risk it, especially after all the trouble I had roughing it earlier this morning.

Maureen and Brian catch up with me in the car as I head towards Ballinskelligs. It’s still a beautiful warm day so I’m glad to get some water from them and to top up my own supply. I don’t like the traffic on the N70 (Ring of Kerry) but I’m able to leave that busy road after a while and take a left onto the R567. The sign still says 10km to Ballinskelligs – it’s been a long day! This road is quite narrow, but I soon take a left down towards the shore. The OS map calls this the ‘Emlagh Loop’

Ballinskelligs Bay

It’s stunning on the wide-open strand at Ballinskelligs Bay. The river Inny looks quite narrow here and I can see some golfers quite clearly across on the Waterville side. Again, I wondered if I could have taken the coastal route, rather than the road. Inny Strand or ‘Tra na hUine’ – seems to translate to ‘strand of the things’ It is definitely ‘sand for the feet of the runner’ but I’m afraid this runner is just walking now! I keep going and debate with myself if I could get onto the cliffs and reach ‘Tra na Sasanach’ (English strand) that way. I decide (wisely) to get back up onto the R567. 

I only have to stay on this road for about 700 metres and then take a left at a crossroads (with a bike sign) that brings me along a wee lane called ‘Lios Lir’ that leads me all the way to Ballinskelligs. Maureen and Brian meet me there and we spend the next hour on the beach, relaxing and resting our feet in the salty water.

Finally arriving in Ballinskelligs
Brian joins me at today's Finish Line


Maureen & Brian, my support team on Ballinskelligs Beach



Stage 120: Co. Kerry: Caherdaniel to Sneem: Saturday 23 August 2025: 25.55km or 15.88miles

 ‘’ If you are the wind on the sea, I am the water tingling under your breeze.  If you are a wave in flood, I am an empty shell dreaming of your coming’’. Paddy Bushe, Caherdaniel 

From Caherdaniel to Sneem via Gleesk Pier and across the mountains

I was reading about an environmental research study which proved that running by the sea offers a powerful psychological boost. I’m not at all surprised by this after all my adventures over the last eight years. Having said that, I’m not sure how today’s coastal stage will go as I’m tempted to come inland and run on the ‘Kerry Way’, along a ‘green’ road. The trail could also be called an old ‘Butter Road’ as it was along these ancient paths that farmers brought their casks of butter, by donkey and cart, to the Butter Exchange in Cork City. A journey of 150km each way. 

I enjoyed these sweet blackberries along the way

Anyway, in the end I decide to follow the N70 coastal route because I reckon it will be quieter on the Ring of Kerry at 7.00 on a Saturday morning. It turns out to be a good decision to stay on the main road as it looks quite misty up on the higher ‘Kerry Way’ route. 

Kerry could do with more of these cycle/walking paths

Not long after I leave Caherdaniel there is a cycle path that I can run on for a couple of kilometres. However, the bike lane almost tricks me into taking the L11602 which was just a lane heading down to small cove, that was a cul de sac. I continue along the 'Ring of Kerry' road. It's still only 7.40am when I reach Castle Cove or ‘An Siopa Dubh’ as its sometimes called. Old OS maps show that the village was previously called ‘Blackshop’, the direct translation. 

An Siopa Dubh at Castle Cove

About a kilometre pass Castle Cove, I pass ‘An Tra Bhain’ which is a tiny, charming and secluded beach, just off the main road. Even better, there’s a tap here to refill my water bottle. Perfect, as it is warming up now. Another beautiful morning but fog is still lingering on the mountains which worries me a little, as I know I’m going to have to cross some hills later. 

Perfect place to stop at 'An Tra Bhain'

I continue running on the N70 until I finally see the sign for Gleesk Quay. I realise now that I have a long run down to the shore. (It actually turns out to be 4k run from the main road to the pier.) I’m hoping I don’t have to come all the way back up here again. My plan, which I’ve investigated over the last few weeks, is to hike (weather permitting) across the mountains from Gleesk Pier to the village of Sneem. 

It's a 4k run down to Gleesk Pier

There are no humans down by the harbour but lots of sheep scattered all over the headlands and around every corner, watching my every move. Just as well that I’m not scared of sheep; only cows bother me.

Lots of sheep down at Gleesk Pier

I had read that there was a special Coral Beach here at Gleesk. A rare geological gem and one of only two coral beaches in Ireland. The other one is near Carraroe in County Galway where I stopped on Stage 83. That beautiful Galway beach is called ‘Tra an Doilin’ and I remember being there in May 2023. Unlike all the other beaches in Ireland which are made of sand, a coral beach is made from dried and sun-bleached algae. Having said all that, I’m afraid I could not see any signs of a Coral Strand at Gleesk. Maybe it can only be spotted at low tide. I loved the quaint little pier though.

I notice a lane heading inland with a sign saying ‘Cul de Sac’. I follow it as it winds up the hill, higher and higher. When I reach the end, I climb over a gate and head for the mountains, known as the Derreenavurrig Hills’. There is a long ridge of peaks that stretch from west to east. They start on the west side at the N70 at ‘Eisc na Leathog’ and the ridge extends all the way to the east, as far as Garnish Island. 

Goat greets me before I climb over the mountains

I decide to try to cross over the ridge at the lowest point – but still 161 metres high on the OS map – through a kind of valley. I ring Maureen at this stage to tell her where I am. The mountaineer, John Muir describes my feelings exactly as I leave the path and ‘rough it’ over the hills.

"We are now in the mountains, and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us." 

However, I’m lucky that it turned out to be a beautiful day and now the sun is shining too. I’m still climbing, and the views are spectacular. When I reach the top of the mountain I sit on a rock and reward myself with some drink and chocolate. I can now see Sneem in the distance and I can even spot the lane I’m trying to reach at ‘Inchinaleega West’ that will take me all the way into the village. 

View from mountain top while crossing over to Sneem
So pleased with myself having climbed over these hills from Gleesk Pier

It’s still a struggle coming down the hills, but everything is so much better than yesterday. I’m so delighted to finally reach the square at Sneem. It’s still only 11.30am. A good day at the office.

Arriving in Sneem, Co. Kerry




Stage 120 Co. Kerry: Revisited: Lamb’s Head Peninsula, Derrynane & Abbey Island: Sunday 24 August 2025: 14.6 km or 8.45miles

 Although alas I cannot boast myself thy favoured child, yet midst the ardent crowd who seek thy shrine, there breathes not one who’s sold more deeply, more devotedly is thine’ Ellen Fitzsimon-O’Connell

Rediscovered Meadow Path

Those lines are actually from a 193-year-old poem written by Daniel O’Connell’s daughter, Ellen - and dedicated to her father. These verses have led to the discovery of a lost pathway near the home of Daniel O'Connell in Co Kerry. The pathway, known as 'The Meadow Walk’, has been uncovered in dense woodlands to the north of the Liberator’s house in Derrynane. The two-kilometre pathway which winds its way through the woods and along a mountain stream has revealed a number of interesting features. Maureen, Brian and I walked along this ancient path but more about that later.

Lamb’s Head/An Rath

Even though I ran to Ballinskelligs on Friday and to Sneem yesterday I didn’t complete the peninsula just south of Caherdaniel. I’ll call this section ‘Lamb’s Head Peninsula’, after the point at the bottom or ‘Ceann an Uain’. I’m up at sunrise again and run along the N70 SE for about 200 metres and then take a right signposted, ‘Lamb’s Head’. I follow a quiet country coastal lane to the very bottom of the peninsula. There’s a proper man-made pier here but much more attractive is the natural pier which is nestled between the cliffs. 

The road to Lambs Head

The natural pier at Lamb's Head

My plan is to loop back along the east side of the peninsula, so I leave the harbour and climb up the hill until I reach the highest point. So far, so good but after this it is a total disaster for me, trying to struggle through long grass with no sign of any path. 

Reached top of hill at Lamb's Head
View from the top of Lamb's Head

I would not recommend this route to anyone. From a distance it looks like flat greenery and a rocky climbable surface, but when you get up close the terrain is full of long grass that is sometimes soft and boggy. I was constantly sinking in the grass the whole time and there was no path to follow. Every step was difficult, and I was just stumbling through. Also, in the middle section I had to descend through lots of thorn bushes and brambles. It was only a 9.5k loop around this peninsula but it took me over two hours. My legs were destroyed with bites, scrapes and most worrying, ticks, which took me a while later to extract. Also, disappointingly, I didn’t even see the old WW 2 sign that I read was at the bottom of the peninsula.

Derrynane: Abbey Island & The Meadow Walk

At least it was another beautiful day, and things could only get better, and they did. Later in the morning, Maureen, Brian and I drive down to the shore. We park our car close to Derrynane House (Daniel O’Connell’s original home) and head through the grassy area towards the beach.

The Abbey on Abbey Island

It is now low tide, and we see the whole area in all its glory. We take off our shoes and socks and walk along the shore. In the distance we can already see the cemetery on Abbey Island or ‘hOilean na Mainistreach’ (Island of the Monastery). As the tide is out, we can continue all the way along the beach to the island itself. 

The view from The Abbey

We reach the graveyard and the Abbey. It’s such a lovely setting and I had read that Mary O’Connell (wife of Daniel) is buried at the cemetery. We struggle for quite a while trying to find her grave and then realise it’s actually in a tomb inside the old Abbey Church in the middle of the cemetery.  

The tomb where Mary O'Connell is buried

Grave of Mary O'Connell (Daniel's wife)

The abbey is now in a ruined state on the island. It was originally founded by St Finian around the 8th century. As it is the 250th anniversary of the birth of Daniel O’Connell this month, there has been a lot of talk about his wife, Mary’s grave and how its overgrown and neglected. I didn’t think it was so bad. I thought the cemetery itself had the most beautiful location on the island with the Abbey overlooking the sandy beaches. So much nicer compared to where her husband, Daniel is buried in an elaborate crypt at Glasnevin Cemetery. He asked that his heart be sent to Rome, and he got his wish, well at least the first two parts. 

‘‘My body to Ireland, my heart to Rome, my soul to Heaven’’

When he died in 1847, his heart was placed in a silver casket at St Agata dei Goti church in Rome. However, in 1927 authorities discovered it was not there anymore, and it’s still missing today!

Two headed Island - view from Abbey Island

Back in 2025 I leave Maureen and Brian at the ancient Abbey and run south to the very bottom of the island. Unlike my experience earlier at Lamb’s Head Peninsula it’s a perfect trail all the way to the southern point of Abbey Island. From here I have great views of two other islands, ‘Two Headed Island’ and ‘Moylaun Island’. Further out west I can see two more bigger ones, Scariff and Deenish. Scariff has a hill of 252 metres. It was once inhabited by monks and there’s evidence of ancient Christian paths on the island.

Scariff and Deenish Islands - view from Abbey Island

I return to the mainland and meet up with Maureen & Brian again. It’s still low tide so we are able to walk, bare footed again, all the way around to Derrynane Pier. Once our shoes are back on, we continue up the hill, stopping off at Keatings Bar for a drink and pizza (Brian is happy!) before heading back to Derrynane House. 

Derrynane House - Home of Daniel O'Connell

After an interesting tour of the O’Connell home, we come back to the carpark and join the ‘Meadow Walk’ I referred to earlier. This ancient path was only discovered recently by a local poet; Paddy Bushe and he was able to locate the trail from the long poem that Ellen O’Connell (Daniel’s daughter) had written.

The ancient Meadow Path

' … where the bright golden blossoms of the furze with the dark purple of the heath combine. With hasty step, I press the thymy turf that springs elastic neath my foot’.

Yes, that extract, although 200 years old, is still a lovely description of the trail. Amazing to be able to walk this path and ramble through the whole O’Connell and Derrynane grounds. I can imagine the discussions that took place along here with ideas and plans that changed the course of Irish history, hopefully for the best. Even in today’s world Daniel O’Connell would be admired. He always stood up for and fought the case, for those less fortunate than himself.   

Wednesday, 16 July 2025

 Stages 116-118: Co. Kerry: Cahersiveen to Ballinskelligs: July 2025

From my base in Portmagee which is close to the bridge to Valentia Island, I’m hoping to get three Kerry stages completed over these few days. Of course you can never rush this adventure, and I like to make sure I don’t miss any of the coastline. Despite the rain and wind, I try to stick as close to the shore as possible and cover 87k (54 miles) over the three days. And great that Loretto joined me on Valentia (Stage 117) when we circled the whole island.


Stage 116 Co. Kerry: Cahersiveen to Portmagee: Wednesday 16 July 2025: 20.87km or 12.97miles

 ‘I am Kerry and proud of my name. My heart is looped around the rutted hills’ Sigerson Clifford

The original plan was to do this particular stage a few days ago, on Sunday 13 July. We had then travelled down from Galway after a busy weekend celebrating Maureen’s sister’s birthday. Up to Sunday afternoon the weather had been sunny and warm – getting close to 30 degrees over the weekend. If anything, it would have been too uncomfortable to run in that heat. However, it all changed as we drove down to Kerry. The rain, that all the farmers had been praying for, finally arrived. The wet weather remained with us for the next four or five days. On Sunday, it was almost 6.00pm when we reached Cahersiveen and I just felt it was too late and too wet to begin my run. 

Ardcost, Co. Kerry: Always nice to get off the main road

So here I am a few days later on a Wednesday morning getting ready to start a belated Stage 116, and it’s still raining! We’re staying in a lovely Airbnb about 5k east of Portmagee in a place called Aghanboy and this is where I set off from this morning. (Running clockwise today with the sea on my left for a change and finishing in Cahersiveen). I sneak out of the house at about 8.00am while Maureen and Brian are sleeping and follow the R566 east. Crossing the Gougane River I then leave the main road, doing a loop towards the shore to a townland called Ardcost. The poet and song writer, Sigerson Clifford, who had a great affinity with Cahersiveen and its surroundings, was impressed with the strong oarsmen from the area and wrote as follows.

While winds do blow and storms rage and ships be tempest tossed

We’ll read your name on log of fame, with the boatmen of Ardcost 

Turf needs a few dry days

The winds are not blowing this morning but there’s a trickle of rain that doesn’t stop the whole day. It’s much prettier to step off the main road and this loop is a good example of that - and there’s absolutely no traffic. Also, it brings me closer to the coast which is always the important part of this adventure. I return to the R566 and cross the Derreen (An Dughlaise) River. Shortly I have to join the busy N70, which is the main ‘Ring of Kerry’ road. It’s never pleasant trying to run on a road like this. However, it’s just for 2km and my only time running on the busy N70 over the three days. At a small crossroads I take a left on the L11552 towards Reenard. This brings me onto a much quieter route. I’m close to a place called ‘Oghermong’ (plain of the otters) and in olden times otters lived by the banks of the shore.

Only one car on the ferry to Valentia Island
 
Until 1960 this was the most westerly railway station in Europe

It's still raining when I finally reach Reenard Point, which is the ferry connection for the crossing to Valentia Island. A young couple hop on board the ferry and a lone vehicle joins them as they head for Knight's Town. It’s hard to believe that the train once came this far west. Until it closed in 1960, it was the most westerly railway line in Europe. I stay on the mainland as I had already circled the island on Monday. I turn around and head back up the hill towards Cahersiveen.      

Happy to see this sign

        
When I reach the town I run past the Daniel O’Connell Memorial Church, which is the most dominant building in Cahersiveen and one of the few Catholic Churches in the world dedicated to a lay person. A marble block in the building was a gift from Pope Leo X111 in 1888. The last Leo before our new pope, Leo X1V.
The Pimpernel (a daring hero)

Much more interesting than the chapel itself is a mural of Hugh O’Flaherty on the wall of the church. He was known as the ‘Pimpernel of the Vatican’. By all accounts he was a daring and brave hero during World War II. When the Nazis occupied Italy, O’Flaherty led an underground network that hid over 4,000 ex-prisoners in farms and houses. For his brave exploits he was awarded the highest honours, including a CBE (UK) and the Congressional Medal (USA).

I needed an inspirational character to motivate me over the last few hundred metres as the rain continues to fall. Luckily for me Maureen and Brian are there to meet me in Cahersiveen with a change of clothes. Warm coffee soon follows.

 

 

Stage 117 Co. Kerry: Circling Valentia Island: Monday 14 July 2025: 34.0km or 21.13miles

 ‘’There’s nothing remote about the place. If you imagine it been given a strong push, it would fit nicely up against the adjacent mainland of south Kerry’’. Mick O’Connell referring to Valentia Island.


It’s true what Micko, the great footballer, said about the island. If you look at a map of Valentia it could almost fit perfectly into the mainland, like a jigsaw piece. Mick O’Connell was probably my first sporting hero. I remember him as a key player in Kerry’s winning teams of 1969 and 1970 and was named on both the ‘Team of the Century’ and ‘Team of the GAA Millennium’.

He would often row back from the mainland to his home, sometimes even in the dark. I was hoping I might bump into him - he’s now 88 years ago. The Kerry poet, Brendan Kennelly described the great Mick O’Connell as follows:

 ‘The island clay felt good beneath his feet. A man undeceived by victory or defeat’’

 I wonder how the current Kerry footballer David Clifford would compare to Micko. I was lucky enough to see David in action in Croke Park a few weeks ago in the All-Ireland Quarter Final against Armagh. 

With Eileen & Loretto - getting ready to cross over bridge to Valentia Island

It’s an early start for me but the good news is that I have a running companion today. Loretto O’Sullivan has driven all the way from her home in Tralee to join me. Loretto also ran with me on a miserable Good Friday (Stage 105) in North Kerry. I’m afraid for Loretto’s sake, that today’s weather isn’t going to be much better. We’re privileged to have a welcoming party for us this morning, here at Portmagee. I’ve been in contact with Eileen Remedios who lives in Valentia. It seems that Eileen is a true water baby. She’s done some amazing swims all around the country and I’m sure she could easily swim around the coast of Valentia Island. I noticed that one of her favourite pastimes is underwater hockey! Eileen brings along her friends, Kathleen and Emer. They give us a nice send off before we cross the bridge. 

Eileen joins us for a while

The bridge was opened in 1971 and blessed by the then the Bishop of Kerry, Eamonn Casey. It was named the Maurice O’Neill Memorial Bridge. O’Neill was executed in 1942 by the Irish Army for activities in which a Garda Detective was shot dead. I’m not sure if either O’Neill or Casey deserve this accolade. In hindsight it might have been more appropriate if it was called the O’Connell Bridge and Micko himself had opened it!    

With Loretto with Puffin Island behind

Loretto and I run across the bridge and then take a left turn towards Bray Head. Eileen joins us on her bike for a while as we climb the hill. It’s reassuring to know that there is a bridge to and from the island as I have circled some tidal islands where I’m constantly worrying and asking myself, will I get back on time to the mainland. Despite the rain, I’m feeling pretty confident about today’s run. Eileen introduced me to a Valentia native, Sean Curran who kindly met me last night. Sean drove me around various spots on the island and pointed out some paths and trails. It was an invaluable preview of what I had to do today. I knew then we could run very close to the coast all the way around the island, although as we discovered later it was tough going at times.   

The starting point for the first Trans-Atlantic Cable 

We pass a monument highlighting that Valentia played a key role in global communications. It was here in 1866 that it became the eastern terminus of the first transatlantic cable. Today 99% of our communication is still by electric cable that goes under the sea - so it’s fascinating to think that Valentia Island was chosen as the European connection point to America for the first ever cable crossing that is still so important for us all today. It put Valentia Island on the map and backs up Mick O’Connell’s opening comment about the island not being remote in any way.   

With Loretto at Bray Head with Skelligs in background 

As we climb the hill, we spot the two Skellig Islands and Puffin Island, which has the same jagged shape of the Skelligs. When we reach the top of Bray Head, we notice that there is some construction work going on. It’s actually a €2 million project which will see the restoration of the historic signal tower. There is also going to be a spiral staircase and a viewing platform with views across to the Skelligs. Loretto gets talking to the foreman, but we try not to get too close to the cliff edge. In fact, when we leave Bray Head, we’re able to continue north along the cliff. 

Building new Signal Tower
So far so good as we run along a perfect grassy path. After a while we realise that the trail is turning too far inland, so we leave it and manoeuvre ourselves downhill through the long grass. We can see a country road in the distance but reaching it is another matter. It’s a slow process descending and sometimes sinking into the bog. As we get to the bottom of the hill the terrain is even worse. Now the ground is softer and wetter and slowing down our progress. Eventually (that word again, that never really explains the heartache and frustration involved) we arrive on the road. Oh, almost forgot to say, we had a river and barbwire fence to climb over first.   

Loretto sinking in the boggy terrain 

And just as we’re feeling that things might get easier, the rain comes down. So, no time to relax and Loretto and I start running again. We head for the coast and shortly come to Kockaunaniller Cliffs. We’re able to stay by the shore now on a rocky/grassy kind of surface. After a while we meet two Norwegians – not the best weather to be holidaying - but they seem to be enjoying themselves. Later by the shore we bump into Emer and Niamh, who were part of the welcoming group we met in Portmagee earlier. They’re having their own hiking adventure around the island. 

On the north shore of Valentia Island 


The sheep are not used to seeing humans in their territory

A breakaway stack 
We meet Emer and Niamh

 Now we can see Geokaun Mountain (266 metres) in front of us. We decide to stay by the coast but have the same issue as we had earlier with the long grass. It’s even more difficult this time trampling through the fields because we’re climbing all the time and there’s no proper trail. Eventually we do reach a path that takes us up to the Fogher Cliffs. Strange to suddenly see people casually walking along here. They were fresh as daisies because they were able to park their car nearby.

Loretto at Fogher Cliffs

From the cliffs we follow a narrow and steep trail that brings us up towards the summit of Geokaun. We’re almost at the top but instead we ‘half loop’ around the mountain and rough it down to the Valentia Coastguard building. When Sean Curran took me in his van on the preview tour of Valentia on Sunday, he pointed out this road. He called it the low road, and I knew when we reached it, we could follow this route all the way to Knight's Town.

Taking the narrow path to Geokaun Mountain
View across to Cnoc Tobair with Slate Quarry below 

This area is called Dohilla, and we do a detour down to the shore to see the famous Tetrapod Footprints. These imprints are reckoned to be 350 million years old and the oldest reliable evidence of four legged amphibians moving over land. These were the first creatures to leave water and walk on earth. For obvious reasons the footprints are protected behind a rope and hard enough to spot which isn’t surprising, 350 million years later.


I try to leave my own footprint 

I give Maureen a ring and coincidentally she tells me she’s at the Slate Quarry which we can see on a hill just above us. It’s been a working quarry since 1816 producing quality slate which was used in Paris Opera House and London’s House of Parliament. Nearby there’s a grotto built into face of the quarry.

The Grotto in the Slate Quarry

We arrange to meet Maureen and Brian later at the Lighthouse which is situated at the northern tip of the island at a place called Cromwell’s Point. The Cromwell connection is because, before the Lighthouse was built, there was a military base built here in 1653 by order of Oliver Cromwell.

Valentia Lighthouse at Cromwells Point

For Loretto and me, it’s a bit of a detour to go down to the Lighthouse. However, it’s worth it as Maureen supplies us with water and crisps, and we have a wee break there. Loretto is so determined to keep going and once we leave the Lighthouse and come back to the top of the hill, we somehow get our second wind. We’re also able to get shelter from the rain as we run through Glanleam Gardens. I noticed that someone on Tripadvisor described the gardens as a ‘a lovely green jungle’. For us, it was the perfect route to get to Knights Town. 

With Loretto's friend Kitty

Just as we exit the ‘green jungle’ we meet Loretto’s friend Kitty who lives on Valentia. We’re soaked to the skin now, but Kitty’s flask of tea (and buns) is the perfect boost we need. Soon Maureen and Brian join us again. Meeting people along the way does help a lot. We keep going. In Knights Town we pass the Altazamuth Stone. I read that its some kind of telescope or surveying instrument and the reason it’s here is because in 1862 an Altazamuth was used here to help Greenwich in London measure the lines of Longitude that we all take for granted now. 

Catching up with Eileen again in Knight's Town 

It seems that Valentia was such an important place in the world – and where everything was happening - 175 years ago. Running along the shore road we pass the old Victorian Cottages where the Cable operators lived. They lived in luxury and apparently, they were well rewarded, ‘wages similar to bank managers’, I heard. As it happens Eileen Remedios, who met us in Portmagee earlier, now lives in one of these houses. Eileen told us we would recognise her house as she would leave her bike outside with a Clifton Coastal Shirt on it. We spotted it straight away and called in to see her in her lovely home. I was impressed by the tennis court in front of the houses. Another privilege of the Victorian cable families.    

We would have liked to stay for the soup that Eileen offered us but at this stage we were wet and cold and really just wanted to finish our run. 

Meeting Sean who had given me a preview tour (of the island) yesterday 

We follow the coast road west. I see there’s an area along here called ‘The Revenue’ on Google Maps, and me trying to forget about work. At Ballyhearny West the road turns inland and we join the R566. Running through Chapeltown, we pass the ‘Young Islanders GAA Ground’, Mick O’Connells’s Club. We keep going and it was such a welcome sight to finally see in front of us, the bridge to the mainland. 

We’re delighted with ourselves that we had circled all of Valentia Island. Eileen, Maureen and Brian are there to meet us as we arrive back in Portmagee.   

 

Stage 118 Co. Kerry: Portmagee to Ballinskelligs: Tuesday 15 July 2025:  32.63km or 20.28miles

‘I dreamt I was a boy once more in my own dear Portmagee. In that fond dream I had a gleam of sixty years away where the sunny sky enarches high on my dear Finian’s Bay’ John Feeney, Portmagee


We’re staying in a cozy Airbnb (hosted by Mary & Mike) in Aghanboy, about 5k east of Portmagee. As I leave the house at 7.40am I’m met very quickly by a strong wind and lots of rain. It’s tough going on the R566 as I battle my way along the road. I’m exhausted by the time I reach Portmagee, and I know I still have a long way to go.

The village is called after Captain Theobald Magee, a notorious 18th century smuggler. Portmagee is also the main departure point for visiting ‘Skellig Michael’ which is a steep rocky island about 14km off the Kerry coast. Between the 7th and 13th century monks have lived on the island. Their homes which were circular huts still remain there. The huts are actually square on the inside. Even back in the 11th century pilgrimages to Skellig were very popular as Christianity spread in Europe. 

Great to meet Kathleen again
Not too many on the roads this morning
For the rest of the day, I will keep the Skelligs and Puffin Island in sight as I run along the coastal R566. This part of the road, south of Portmagee, is called the ‘Skellig Ring’. It’s not a day for taking any detours so I’ll stay on country roads as I face into more headwinds. The rain seems to have died down but ahead of me I see a very steep incline. A car beeps behind me and its Kathleen, who is one of the girls I met yesterday morning. Kathleen works at the Skellig Visitor Centre on Valentia. It’s a nice boost to chat with her before I tackle the hills ahead.
A tough climb ahead

 


No surprise that cliffs are closed on such a windy day

There are big signs everywhere encouraging me to go and see the ‘Kerry Cliffs’ but when I get to the entrance point, the cliffs are closed to the public. Not surprising at all with these strong winds. I’m now in an area called Coomanaspig and I’m reminded off a poem by local writer Brendan O’Neill

‘Over cloud chased Coomanaspig curlews answered shrill’

Yes, it’s definitely cloudy today but I think all the curlews are sheltering for the moment. I finally reach the top of the hill, and I enjoy a nice run down the other side with ‘Ba Fhionan’ (St Finian’ Bay) on my right-hand side. Soon I leave the A566, but I stay by the coast along a road towards Killonecahga, heading south to the bottom of the peninsula.

Continuing on the Skellig Ring

This is where I leave the main road and head to bottom of peninsula
I get chatting to a farmer along here and he asks, ‘are you going over the mountain’. I’m not sure what he means but it becomes clearer later! This road is much quieter and the views across to Puffin Island and the Skelligs keep me going. So many must have followed this route in years gone by. 

Puffin Island
The ancient Skelligs in the distance 

When the road comes to an end there’s a marked path. It’s a dotted line on the OS map too and called ‘Lub Bheairic Bholais’ or the ‘Bolus Barracks Loop Walk’. I feel very satisfied with myself when I reach Pointe Bholais (Bolas Head) at the very bottom of the peninsula. Although it’s a cloudy day there are still great views of the Skelligs across the bay. I loop around following the rough path that I reckon not too many have taken before me. It gets quite steep, and I try not to go too close to the cliffs as there’s still a strong wind. This Bolus trail is not for the faint hearted and involves a lot of climbing. Now I know what the farmer meant by ‘going over the mountain’

View of Skelligs from Bolas Head

It is a tough ascent even though I don’t need to complete the whole Bolas loop. Instead, I climb over a farm gate and branch off at ‘Sraith Ghallan’ and join the country road on the SE side of the peninsula.  

At least I have a downhill run for a few miles and for the first time today I have the wind behind me. And it’s not raining anymore! I pass the pre-famine village of Cill Rialaig. It’s very sad to see these type of deserted villages and crumbling old houses, that are all too common in the west of Ireland. I’ve spotted them so many times on my coastal adventure. I sometimes imagine what it would be like doing this run two hundred years ago, pre-famine, when the rural areas would have been swarming with families. These days I meet so few people on my travels.

Cill Rialaig Famine Village - now deserted

However, there is a positive story about this particular deserted village. A lady called Noelle Campbell-Sharp purchased the site in the 1980’s with help from her friends and a grant from the National Lottery. She built eight new cottages, reusing stone from the original village site. In addition, an Arts Centre and shop called ‘Cill Rialaig’ was opened just outside Ballinskelligs, and that’s exactly where I finished today’s stage (see later). However, I still have some running (about 6k) to do before I get to the Arts Centre. I take a road that brings me down to the coast and later onto Ballinskelligs beach. So pleasant to be running on sand again. 

Ballinskelligs Strand

I did wonder earlier if I could keep running as far as Waterville today, but that Bolas Loop section (over the mountain) did take a lot out of me and I’m feeling quite exhausted. I’m satisfied to finish here in Ballinskelligs, and I enjoy a delicious latte at the Cill Rialaig Centre while waiting for Maureen and Brian to come and collect me.

Cill Rialaig Arts Centre, Ballinskelligs