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stairnaheireann · 11 days

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#OTD in Irish History | 17 April:

In the Liturgical calendar, today is the Feast Day of Saint Donnán of Eigg, a Gaelic priest, likely from Ireland, who died on this date in 617. He attempted to introduce Christianity to the Picts of northwestern Scotland during the Early Middle Ages. Donnán is the patron saint of Eigg, an island in the Inner Hebrides where he was martyred. The Martyrology of Donegal, compiled by Michael O’Clery…

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#irelandinspires #irishhistory #OTD #17 April #Bernadette Devlin #Charles Stewart Parnell #Co. Wicklow #Fiachra Mangan Photography #Glenmalure #History #History of Ireland #Ireland #Irish History #Lord Mayor of Cork #Paul McGrath #The Black Pearl #Today in Irish History #Tomás MacCurtain

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mutant-distraction · 1 year

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Take all that's mine beneath the moon

If I with her but half a noon

May sit beneath the walls

Of some old cave, or mossy nook,

When up she winds along the brook

To hunt the waterfalls.

~ William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

'She' would certainly have to hunt for these waterfalls, they're tucked away deep in Wicklow's Glenmalure Valley.

Pic. Aidan White

https://www.livingearthphotography.ie

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random-racehorses · 6 months

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Random Real Thoroughbred: GINGER MINX

GINGER MINX is a mare born in 2005. By RAISE A GRAND out of GLENMALURE. Link to their pedigreequery page: https://www.pedigreequery.com/ginger+minx

#/ginger+minx

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wherespaulo · 1 year

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Hiking the Wicklow Way, Ireland

Oct. 21-25, 2022

The Wicklow Way, an 81-mile (131 km) trail running through Ireland’s Wicklow Mountains from Dublin’s Marley Park to Clonegall, had been on my bucket list for a while. I’d initially booked everything for July 2020, in-between the first two covid pandemic waves, thinking I’d be able to travel there from Spain where I’d also been hiking, without having to quarantine. But it would be long after that that countries would be promoted to Ireland’s strict green list. In the event I’d had to adjust my itinerary, spending just one night in a Dublin airport hotel under quarantine en route from Spain back to New York.

Work had brought me to Ireland this time so thought I’d tag the Wicklow Way on the end of it over five days, with stops in Enniskerry, Roundwood, Glenmalure and Tinahely. I would have my main bag transferred between accommodations so that I only needed to carry a small day pack and I would navigate using the trail’s way markers and the AllTrails app.

A long walk in the rain from Marley Park was an excellent way to start the trail and work off my hangover from too much Guinness the night before in Dublin’s Temple Bar area. I was joined by Mayer on that first day, a cool Tim Howard lookalike from Chicago who’d got a pass from his wife and three kids to destress for a few days from his busy job. His suggestion of lunch in the famous Johnnie Fox’s, the highest pub in Ireland, was well worth the detour for its quirky interior, sawdust on the floor and top quality nosh.

I’m always grateful to the people I meet while traveling. Some say we become who we meet, internalizing their combined wisdom. As we strode out through Marley Park, fall well underway in a kaleidoscope of orange and brown behind a curtain of softly falling rain, I was thankful for his brand of wisdom in helping me along my geographical and spiritual journeys.

The most spectacular scenery was in the first half of the hike between Marley Park and Glenmalure while the remaining trail to Clonegall had an increasing prevalence of monotonous forestry tracks and small tarmacked roads. With all the torrential rain it seemed the whole landscape had become waterlogged, with the tinkling sound of torrents springing up everywhere and finding the shortest route off the mountain, especially along the trail itself where a judicial placing of feet was required.

The view over Lough Tay from the trail was impressive -- steep, rugged grey cliffs with scree tumbling down into a navy blue ocean. ‘Was I really just south of Dublin?’. It seemed more like Scotland or New Zealand.

The area around Glendalough was a serene, lakeside stroll through damp fall foliage leading to the impressive Monastic City, an early Christian settlement founded by St. Kevin in the 6th century.

During my descent of the valley side into Glenmalure, I made the rooky mistake of placing my feet on a flat piece of rock with a stream passing over it. My left foot immediately slid out, while my right foot slid backwards underneath me, pulling my quad. At the time it felt like a bad injury so was relieved to eventually hobble into Glenmalure Lodge’s bar, my accommodation for the night, and meet Mayer for a tasty Sunday roast washed down with a couple of IPA’s. Ice and paracetamol seemed to alleviate the injury somewhat and allow me to finish the trail over the following two days. This experience, together with a badly sprained ankle in August in Puerto Rico, where I was running on it again within 2 weeks, made me realize we’re more physically robust than we think.

As well as meeting new people I’m always on the lookout for catching up with long lost friends, wherever I am in the world. I caught up with Tony over a few pints of Guinness in O’Connor’s bar in Tinahely. As we reminisced over our shared past careers, and people who’d come and gone within that realm, his directness and dry sense of humor came through, traits I now remembered were what I appreciated about him.

Darragh picked me up at the end of the trail in Clonagall and drove me to his place in Carlow. We’d met in NYC in 2007 when we’d worked for the same pharma company and the last time I’d seen him was in Carlow in 2013 when his wife Val was pregnant with their daughter and their son was only three – now they were nine and twelve, together with three dogs, a cat, two goats and a load of chickens, all rattling around in an enormous 17th century listed mansion! I quickly formed a connection their German shepherd, Bruce, whom I felt would now protect me for life. And I was quickly reminded why I consider Darragh and Val, totally grounded with an uncanny ability to see through my surface, to be in the top of my best people list.

There’s always some ‘craic’ when visiting Ireland. My moment was when checking into the Enniskerry Inn. I inadvertently walked into the wine shop next door, the guy behind the counter informing me the Enniskerry Inn was actually next door. I quickly exited onto the street and entered the next door along into the Enniskerry Inn only to be welcomed by the same guy behind a different counter exclaiming “can I help you?”. I smirked and retorted “Have we met before?”. “I don’t think so” he replied with a quizzical, straight face.

It had been a welcome return to Ireland’s beautiful countryside and people, albeit too short, and I looked forward to visiting again sometime soon.

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justahanaugirl · 7 years

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Wicklow Way Day 4. Glenmalure.

#glenmalure #ireland #summer #august #2017

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rscura-blog · 5 years

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04.12.2019 - Dinner at Glenmalure with Paddy’s parents before the round.

#glenmalure #cominghome #teachtabhaile #ireland

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scenicworlds · 5 years

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April 12, 2019

Paddy and his mom. Glenmalure Lodge, Drumgoff, Ireland.

#glenmalure #coming home #wicklow round #drumgoff #ireland #2019

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entertainmentnerdly · 4 years

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Glenmalure Waterfall, Ireland 2000x3000 [OC] via /r/EarthPorn https://ift.tt/39JX9oe

#reddit #Earthporn #Science #Geology #Earth #Our World #Glenmalure Waterfall #Ireland 2000x3000 [OC]

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silvaris · 2 years

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Glenmalure by PigeonHouse Photography

#woodland trail #forest walk #walk in the woods #valley #forest path #my upload #silvaris #path #trail #path in the woods #forest #trees #woods #woodland #nature #ireland #irish #st patrick's day

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violettesiren · 2 years

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The old pale ditch can still be seen less than half a mile from my house—

its ancient barrier of mud and brambles which mireth next unto Irishmen is now a mere rise of coarse grass, a rowan tree and some thinned-out spruce, where a child is playing at twilight.

I stand in the shadows. I find it hard to believe now that once this was a source of our division:

Dug. Drained. Shored up and left to keep out and keep in. That here the essence of a colony’s defence was the substance of the quarrel with its purpose:

Land. Ground. A line drawn in rain and clay and the roots of wild broom— behind it the makings of a city, beyond it rumours of a nation— by Dalkey and Kilternan and Balally through two ways of saying their names.

A window is suddenly yellow. A woman is calling a child. She turns from her play and runs to her name.

Who came here under cover of darkness from Glenmalure and the Wicklow hills to the limits of this boundary? Who whispered the old names for love to this earth and anger and ownership as it opened the abyss of their future at their feet? I was born on this side of the Pale. I speak with the forked tongue of colony. But I stand in the first dark and frost of a winter night in Dublin and imagine

my pure sound, my undivided speech travelling to the edge of this silence. As if to find me. And I listen: I hear what I am safe from. What I have lost.

The Mother Tongue by Eavan Boland

#eavan boland

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stairnaheireann · 2 years

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#OTD in 1597 – Death of Fiach MacHugh O’Byrne (Fiach Mac Aodh Ó Broin), Lord of Glenmalure.

Fiach MacHugh O’Bryne (Fiach Mac Aodh ÓBroin) was the son of the chief of the O’Byrnes of the Gabhail Raghnaill. His sept, a minor one, claimed descent from the 11th century King of Leinster, Bran Mac Maolmordha, and was centred at Ballinacor in Glenmalure, a steep valley in the fastness of the Wicklow mountains. Their chiefs styled themselves as Lords of Ranalagh. The territory of the Gabhail…