Sunday, July 31, 2022

Ach, Croagh Patrick!

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.






Croagh Patrick

St. Patrick's Purgatory

Station Island

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  1. Pilgrim Sean! Proof positive! Your kinship with Ireland is written in the skin you left behind, perchance?

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    1. Ha ha. If at all I left skin behind it was skin of the soles of my feet.
      And I did it not for any spiritual, but for journalist's reason. You can better write about what you have witnessed.

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  2. Hooray for lovely memories.
    And yes, where has this year gone...

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    1. That year was certainly one of the special ones in my life.

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  3. And a rare photograph of Sean, albeit thirty seven years ago.

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    1. I have, indeed, changed a little since then, dear Mark. ;-)

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  4. An 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.

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    1. Ah, Stan, what a lovely surprise! And thank you. As for treacherous weather: You were wise to change your plans re the Derryclare.
      Having 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. ;-)

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