What a crazy few days I have had, the flight back to SA basically for 2 days to do some presentations. I got back to Ireland exhausted from all the travel, what I really needed was 2 rest days before I started the next leg which is not so far in distance, but the biggest challenge is the daily total that we have to clock up. 70 km per day. I flew into Cork and Andy and Darren collected me and we drove straight down to the start at Mizens Head the most Southern tip. We slept at the point in the parking lot and were up at 6 this morning to begin at 7. What a beautiful desolate and rugged tip of coastline. Windswept with little cove after cove along the way as this tiny coastal road winds in and out of these little villages that are dotted along the cliffs.Read More»
As I have run down the UK, there are walls everywhere this brought back memories of running along the Great wall of China where I was totally absorbed in the magnitude of this feat of mankind, how and why was this wall build. Slowly as the facts unfolded, so too was the total awe of this feat and shear accomplishment, the biggest construction site in the history of mankind. I look across the landscape that I am now running, there is hardly and area that does not have some kind of wall, hedge or barrier that is man made.Read More»
It was the first long walking day after my injury, slowly getting going again. Darren had gone ahead to find a suitable place to park the van for our overnight. Andy and I finally arrived at the spot at about 8-30, exhausted after 12 hours on the road. We just wanted to eat and collapse in our bunks.
On arrival we could see that Darren was a bit agitated, the whole van was totally closed up and he was sitting in the driver’s seat just staring ahead out of the window. We cheerfully said hi and climbed in slowly taking off our gear.Read More»
Rolling green meadows everywhere, dotted the biggest and most healthy cattle that I have ever seen, this is interleaved with flocks of moulting sheep, their winter coat hanging off in tatters as the prepare for the warmer weather not only that, but muscular and fit. There is absolutely no shortage of good grazing here.
But as I look up to the sky the sun is quickly blotted out by massive low hanging low clouds rolling in over the ocean and enveloping the hills and valleys, leaving massive strips of mist that look as if they are torn off as the clouds roll on inland. The weather pattern is strange here, very unlike the winter that one sees back home. There one can predict what the day may do, especially when its going to rain and for how long. Here there seems to be no end to the stream of clods as they roll in day after day.Read More»