Wild Atlantic Way ASD Run 2019: Anascaul to Dingle.
Today dawned bright and sunny. I drove back to my starting point in Anascaul and parked up. It was a clear day with a hint of chill still in the air. I headed back along the road from whence I’d come. It was quiet, save for the lively cawing from a rookery on the outskirts of the village. I climbed as I went, leaving behind the sleeping tranquility of Anascaul heading further west toward Lispole. I love running in the early morning. The smell of the dew rising from the fresh green grass is almost hypnotic. Again I’m taken back to my childhood, coupled with fresh cow dung on the road signalling cows coming for milking. I notice an increase in Friesians among the herds. These were the yielding milkers in our day. Onwards I ran, upwards and downwards and upwards again. Lispole appeared almost without warning. It is a small sleeping village. As I approached Dingle the sea emerged along the way, calm, blue and peaceful. The sun was warmly caressing. A few cars passed me heralding the waking day. Úna collected me and returned me to Anascaul to collect my car. I prepared for the day and caught up with my hosts Bridie and Brendán. These are real solid, salt of the earth people. Bridie encouraged me to use my Gaeilge and off we went. Her language is beautiful and of the ages: lyrical, warm and with real meaning. I always loved Irish and have spent the last year reconnecting with it with a group of pals in The Cheesepress in Ennistymon under the tutelage of Sinead Garvey, a gifted teacher in all senses. Her sister Úna was Tomas’s first teacher and to this day, Úna was the most engaging teacher I’ve ever encountered. Dingle was blissfully bright. The Marina was buzzing. I was lured into Murphy’s ice cream shop and opted for a Dingle Sea salt cone; what a blissful way to replenish the electrolytes after a morning run. I rambled to Siopa Litriochta and bought “Peig” the book that was loved and hated in equal measure in schools around the country. This had nothing to do with poor Peig mind, but rather to do with ineffectual teachers.