Wild Atlantic Way ASD Run Challenge 2019:Day 23: Kilcummin to Tralee.

Nothing like starting the day having shared accommodation with our President and the First Lady! Yes, Michael D and Sabrina had arrived at The wonderful Cliff House Hotel yesterday evening and charmed us all. Today started with a wonderful breakfast from Fiona and team. It was a little watery but as ever the rain lifted as Anne my effervescent/ever present back up dropped me to my starting point. I rambled on along the road beating a steady trail toward Camp. The morning was bright and warm. Birds sang brightly from the trees spanning across the road. The scent of honeysuckle mingled with the first cut of silage. The sea to the left was calm and peaceful. Gardens were showing the signs of hard work as flowers were in bloom and lawns looked trim. Tractors passed noisily drawing the silage and preparing for the next phase. Today my attention was drawn to crosses indicating deaths on the road. I noted lives lost especially as the traffic appeared to be constantly speeding past. I wondered what all the rushing was for, life has become a little bit too hectic and sometimes when we don’t see it coming, we’re slowed down. The smell of a rookery reminded me of the living and dying too. I spotted a field of winter calves, out in grass for the first time, how beautiful to see the wonders of nature at its best. Anne kept me in water as we went and before I knew it I was In Blennerville. We stopped for coffee and I legged the final stretch home along the walk way into Tralee. There I paused and whispered a prayer for Donal Walsh, who celebrated his young life to the full. We returned to The Cliff House to be joined by Anne’s friend Sheila and my sister Teresa. We had a wonderful night of great food, better company and local entertainment. Meaningful living is ours to celebrate.