In a few minutes it will be August. And only a few minutes ago I became aware of it is the last Sunday in July. Phew. 37 years ago on such a Sunday I climbed Croagh Patrick on my bare feet, one week after this agnostic had "made" Station Island, and thus kept a second promise I had given to myself. Lovely remembrance.
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Croagh Patrick
St. Patrick's Purgatory
Station Island
Pilgrim Sean! Proof positive! Your kinship with Ireland is written in the skin you left behind, perchance?
ReplyDeleteHa ha. If at all I left skin behind it was skin of the soles of my feet.
DeleteAnd I did it not for any spiritual, but for journalist's reason. You can better write about what you have witnessed.
Hooray for lovely memories.
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, where has this year gone...
That year was certainly one of the special ones in my life.
DeleteA valiant gesture!
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DeleteAnd a rare photograph of Sean, albeit thirty seven years ago.
ReplyDeleteI have, indeed, changed a little since then, dear Mark. ;-)
DeleteAn impressive feat! And impressive feet. Though I've climbed Croagh Patrick several times, I've never done so barefoot or on Reek Sunday. I salute your dedication, Sean. This weekend we attempted Derryclare in the Twelve Bens of Connemara but had to change plans when the weather made it treacherous.
ReplyDeleteAh, Stan, what a lovely surprise! And thank you. As for treacherous weather: You were wise to change your plans re the Derryclare.
DeleteHaving had a narrow escape at the Croaghaun (Achill Island), I was thankful that locals warned me the very afternoon I intended to take the one man path at Slieve League.
My good thoughts are often with you, my friend. If only I were not so lazy. ;-)