Wild Atlantic Way ASD Run: Day 21: Dingle to Dún Chaoin.
I awoke and hit the road early this morning. The sun was shining, birds were singing and it was great to be alive. I took myself out of Dingle toward Ceann Trá. There’s always something spiritual about connecting with nature on a Sunday morning. The furze smelled of honey and the ocean glistened blue. I’ve never gotten into the habit of running to music, preferring to connect with the naturally occurring sounds around me. Once again, the now familiar smell and sight of fresh cow dung on the road, heralded time for milking. I love the memories, familiarity and peace this day brings. I passed through a sleeping Ceann Trá boasting a long stretch of sandy beach, currently empty. The road curved gently to the left and on toward Ventry. The church was empty as I passed and I whispered a silent prayer for all those struggling or gone, this weekend of Darkness into light. I thought too of the lifeforce that had been Paidi O’ Shea back in the day. The Dingle Peninsula boasts some of the most spectacular stonework in the country and stands testimony to many centuries of hardship etching out a living in what were tough conditions. Famine Houses, beehive huts and stone forts all told their own stories. The sea was like a pane of glass, pristine and inviting. The Baskets beyond sat in a hazy sunshine as the road took me higher and began to get narrow. At the top on the bend was a crucifix scene, sheltering in the Cliff face. I chatted with a lovely Australian family curious about my mission. Anne my wingwoman of today caught up and Dún Chaoin was soon in sight. Many years ago, I camped here with my sisters Anne and Teresa and my friend Claire Lenihan. I remembered we enjoyed the craic in Kruger’s Pub and slept in a tent, by a stream nearby. They were great and uncomplicated times. Anne and I returned to Dingle, said our farewells to Bridie and shared a brunch together at Tom Crean’s birthplace in Anascaul before parting and journeying to our separate homes. It was Championship Sunday in earnest. Clare took on Waterford in the hurling and held on to win the first round.