CONNEMARA

BETWEEN MAUM AND LEENAUN

I arrived at Renvyle on Friday afternoon. My friend’s house is on the coast  above a sweep of white strand  beneath far blue mountains that curve down to the sea. Visible from here, beyond Crump Island(a wonderfully noisy word for what is, in fact, a crumpled looking island) is the Island of Inishark, the cone of the holy mountain of Croagh Patrick and the high cliffs of far off Achill Island in Mayo.

PIE:LEENAUN

There is something magical about the sea in the west, the bays and their green rocky islands the prussian blue roiling sea encircling them in ermine and beyond, looming vaguely, pale cliffs and  islands. Always there is something to see even when, as now, the cloud is low and the rain sweeps in from the Atlantic. Even if is just the showers coming in, smearing the sky and sea, diluting light.

MOODY MWEELREA

On the Saturday, we woke late and had a leisurely breakfast before heading out to Glassilaun beach beneath Mweelrea so I could perform a much-needed sea swim. We wrapped up,  three of us, and brought a flask but the sun was coming out in patches and though I ran to the water in shadow in the waves the sun came out for me, slapping me in turquoise and ochre. The wind was strong and the sea rough and playful. I body-surfed and cavorted under brooding Mweelreabefore running back up the beach to a warm cup of tea and incredulous friends.

SWIM!

SWIM?

ON GLASSILAUN

I had not been to Glassilaun before. It is a stunning beach as I realised when I stopped by a couple of days later on my way to Mayo. The second time the sun came out in force and though there was a breeze it only served to gently sway the mantilla of cloud hazing Mweelrea slopes.

MWEELREAS MANTILLA

Out to sea the islands floated  like rocky submarines, turreted with man-made pillars. It is the colours of successive islands and far headlands fading out to blue that give you such a sense of space a feeling maybe of your own smallness in a vast world of sea and sky.

GLASSILAUN BEACH

The sand, as always in Connemara was white broken by the leviathan backs of colour-striped and splattered rocks and scribbled with sea weed.

CONNEMARA ROCKS

The sea was calm and at the edges a most startling cyan over translucent sand which mirrored floating clouds. Scattered on the shore line numerous tiny whorls of shells, so many,  so pretty, just lying there as if being pretty was nothing out of the ordinary. And here it isn’t.

GLASSILAUN AGAIN

After my swim we went back to the house for more food and gabbing(and scratching for I had been stung by a jelly 🙂 ).

Before dinner myself and Laura headed up the Diamond for a pre-dinner walk. The Diamond is a mountain above Letterfrack in Connemara National Park, so-called because of its triangular shape. Last year, myself and Laura and a slew of others took part in and adventure race, The Connemara Rough Diamond, part of which had us running half way up this mountain . At the start I had tripped jumping a hay bale and torn every ligament in my right ankle. I had trained so much that despite the initial pain I decided to carry on though and had done this run on sheer adrenaline. I felt nothing at the time but it was months before I could run again and my walking was too hot for a while afterwards either.

OW

Today we only walked up the cinder paths and along the board walks over white tufted bog, turning back when we got to the rock, halfway. We nattered all the way ignoring the half-hearted rain and forgetting to take any photographs but I have others from sunnier times.

VIEW FROM THE DIAMOND 2011

We headed back home where dinner was waiting and talked of the next days cycle, taking a part of the new western greenway from Mulranny to Achill Sounds. And the rest of the evening was spent very pleasantly on the sofa.

NEXT:CYCLE TO ACHILL SOUND

RAZOR SHELL

SCRIBBLES OF SEA WEED

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