Traveling Nancy

Traveling around the world as far as I can go.

Glenbeigh to Foilmore


I am not sure if I already told to but we have been lost a bit each day. And today wasn’t any different. Although it was only in the very beginning of the day when we were walking out of Glenbeigh. We had gone very far in the slight hailstorm and we turned around to get directions.

The reaction of the girl giving us the directions reminds me of the things that people have been saying to us when we meet them. Here are some of them.

You’re walking?
How far?
For how many days?
Are you sure you wouldn’t like a ride from here?
How old are you?
I wish I was as fit as you are.
You two are an inspiration.

It was even more the expression on their faces than what they said.

Well back to today’s walk. The rain showers only lasted About 10 minutes each. But we put all our Rain regalia. The path through the woods was lovely. As you can see I am in the sunshine.

 I have all my rain gear on walking in the sunlight.

We came across these amazing tree roots. It is really hard to describe. The tree was above our trail and the roots were sticking out below the ground level. The ground must have eroded under the tree.  The end of the roots turned into bulbus balls that looked like gourds. Here is a picture of me standing  next to the roots.

 I am standing next to the roots of the tree.

The actual tree is above.

These treatments are amazing.

We were still relying on the yellow arrows in the views are beautiful.

There were times when we walked along the road.  It looked like only a one way road, but cars go both ways.  You can see how it is going uphill and uphill.

 We are walking along the road.

We started to get views of the ocean.

 We started to get a few of the Atlantic done

By the way the name of the yellow flowers are called Furz.  It is a very spiky plant.  Around Killarney they burn out the Furz so the sheep can feed on the grass.  Here is a close up photo.

 This plant is called Furz.

We were  actually walking up a stream bed.   Occasionally we had to pass through 9 gates that we had to open and close behind us.

 We walked up the streambed.

The rains came intermittently  and still lasted about 10 minutes each time. Then we came to a point where we saw we were going to be on the edge of the cliff. I walked ahead so Mary could take a photograph of me standing on the edge.

 I was standing on the edge of the cliff.

After she took the photo I looked down and saw how high it was.

 I was looking over the cliff

I step back immediately. Little did I know that we were going to be walking along this total sheer drop off. The winds were howling and we were walking on the path that was about 3 feet wide. It seemed to go on forever. I asked Mary if she thought the winds were as strong as they had been on the way to Finisterre. She didn’t think so.  I was so happy that it was not raining. But then the gusts of wind picked up and we were pelted with rain, sleet and hail depending on the moment. The winds were definitely gale strength.

The sun would come out, but the wind never seemed to stop.  Sometimes we could see the rain coming towards us.

 We could see the rain coming.

Finally we saw some woods in the distance.    We were able to stop and eat the apple muffins that Mary had bought this morning.  There was no place to sit.

We had burst of sunshine and again intermittent rain and hail.  We went on and on and on climbing over stiles and even walking through mud.

 We had to walk through the month.

Finally we came to a bench where we could sit down and share some almonds,  dried fruit, and M&Ms while we rested for a bit.   We really had no idea how much further we had to go.

In full disclosure,  you may want to skip you may want to skip the next paragraph because it has a bit too much because it has a bit TMI.

I love wearing my Macabi skirt for several reasons. One of them is the rain just seems to slide off the bottom of it ( I had my rain kilt covering the top) and it dries very quickly.  The other reason is when it is rainy and cold and I am wearing gloves and rain mittens,  I don’t have to take anything off in order to pee.  Life is great.

We passed several more decaying stone houses, beautiful views, and funky gates.

 Some of the stone houses were deacon.

 This was a beautiful view on the way to Fillmore.


 Some of the gates were pretty funky.

Then we walked  through a long field of grass along the river and finally arrived at the football pitch (that means field) where we called the Strand’s End House and Eamon picked us up.   It is a very lovely bed-and-breakfast and they served us chocolate cake and tea in the sun room. Mary and Eamon  are extremely friendly and inviting couple.  Eamon  drove us to Frank’s bar where we had a delicious dinner and 3 scoops of ice cream for dessert.

I have to say that Mary and I are both certifiable because we would do this day all over again. It was really spectacular.

Author: Nancy Panitch

Traveling has been a passion of Nancy Panitch's life and she loves seeing how people in other cultures live. Her travels have taken her to many places within the United States, Asia, Europe, South America, and Africa. Being around people inspires her and she has much gratitude for the kindred Souls that are joining together with her in body, mind, and heart. She moved from Chicago to Portland, Oregon in 1982. It was one of the best decisions of her life. While in Portland she stays very, VERY busy. She volunteers (Inter-Religious Action Network, Human Rights Council, & ushering for various theaters); attends a Unitarian Universalist church; goes hiking with groups (Cascade Prime Timers & Trails Club of Oregon) and also with individual friends. Book groups, movie group, and bridge groups occupy her time as well. Her quiet activities include yoga, knitting, Sudoku, and reading. She enjoys all of these activities, but making time to see her wonderful 4 grandchildren takes priority over it all. She is happy to share this blog and hopes to encourage others to travel.

7 thoughts on “Glenbeigh to Foilmore

  1. What an amazing variation in landscapes! I remember all of the stone work – cool!


  2. I know that yellow bush — or at least its close cousin. We golfers call it “gorse” and it grows abundantly along Irish golf courses. Their “crown of thorns” spikes have kept me from retrieving my errant golf balls on many, many occasions!


  3. My favorite friends are usually certifiable! What a great (wet) adventure you are having. Thanks for sharing on your blog.


  4. You two ARE an inspiration. I figured that the Macabi skirt was for those reasons. It would be great in Africa or any place where you were out in the open – especially for me!
    We love your reports and beautiful photos.
    Thank you!
    Linda Hoff

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  5. The yellow flowers you describe called FURZ look very much like what we know as Scotch Broom. Wikipedia says, “Cytisus scoparius, the common broom or Scotch broom, syn. Sarothamnus scoparius, is a perennial leguminous shrub native to western and central Europe.” Very invasive. … Jan Collins


  6. Rain and wind. That sounds very familiar. I know you are having the fulfillment that comes with walking. I am still in Japan enjoying hot springs and a trip to the ocean today


  7. Such beauty you are walking thru, though I don’t envy hiking in the rain and wind. Hi to Mary and safe travels.


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