2026 Foray #3 Monasteries of the Moy

My outgoing track cycling to Carrowmore
37.5km, 296m elevation gain

I guess that you have already guessed that I collect greenways in Ireland (North or South). Greenways are a bit of a novelty here - when we first moved to the South in 1984-85 there was only one way-marked long distance walk and no "greenways" as such. Covid did a lot to change that, with folk looking for alternative but safe ways of maintaining health. 

And so I discovered the Monasteries of the Moy Greenway and, naturally, had to experience it. I biked to Sallins and thence by various trains to Ballina, the Salmon Capital of Ireland. The route starts in Ballina in Belleek Woods which is one of the largest urban woodlands in Europe.

North Mayo is home to at least six historic abbeys of which four form the basis of the Monasteries of the Moy and my route. The map below enumerates my main points of interest.

(A) Augustinian Abbey Ballina.  This Franciscan Abbey is thought to have been built on the site of a former religious site called the Augustinian House of St. Mary of Ardnaree. The current remains are thought to have been founded by Tadhg Riabhach Ó’Dubhda (O’Dowd), King of Uí. My photo is from the other side of the Moy.

(B) Rosserk Friary was built by the Joyce family circa 1440 for the Friars of the Franciscan Third Order Regular. It is one of the finest and best preserved Friaries in Ireland. There is uncertainty as to when the Friary was dissolved but there are reports that Friars remained in the area in 1606.

Rosserk Friary

(C) Moyne Abbey.  This friary was consecrated in 1462 and is still almost perfect, except the roof and some buildings on the North side. It was burned  in 1590 by Sir Richard Bingham, the English Governor of Connaught, during the Tudor reconquest and Protestant Reformation

Moyne Abbey

(D) Round Tower, Killala. Not strictly an abbey, but historic all the same.

Round Tower, Killali

(E) Rathfran Dominican Abbey, just north of Killala so technically not part of the greenway which ends at Killala. This abbey was founded in 1274 by the de Exeter family. Rathfran once had a fine east window of which only the side piers and their well moulded angle shafts remain. In 1438 indulgences were granted to those who could donate money to allow the building of a refectory and bell-tower. It was dissolved in 1577 and granted to Thomas de Exeter, and burned by Sir Richard Bingham’s army in 1590.  

Rathfran Abbey

The ruins of the 5th and 6th abbeys which I did not visit, are on the shores of Lough Conn, south of Ballina: Straide Abbey, Foxford and Errew Abbey, Crossmolina.

My landmark (F) was my destination Carrowmore beach - a beautiful sandy strand backed by dunes of long grass which I deemed not suitable for camping.

Visible from hereabouts are (G) the Gazebo on the hill opposite Carrowmore, and (H) the odd shaped mountain Aghaleague: I visited neither.

stock photo of the Gazebo

The Gazebo is worthy of mention: it is one of the most conspicuous or curious sculptures being formed of a double arch of rough stones. From Carrowmore it is visible on the horizon only as a somewhat squat building with daylight shining through, and that patch of daylight was only just discernible to the naked eye (with my long distance glasses on). It is even less discernible in my photos which says something about the camera resolution on my Pixel 10 Pro compared with the human eye. 

looking south from Carrowmore: Aghaleague on the left ?

Speaking of the abbeys, in my musings whilst cycling I wondered at the lives of the men that financed and built these ornate and comprehensive structures and at the lives of the men that served in them faithfully under the rules of their order. Compare the significant edifices of these Abbeys with the capricious Gazebo - the former a deep religious expression, the latter probably a man's folly. Which set me thinking about the religious community of which I am a part, albeit sometimes reluctantly. 

The building of the abbeys and their estates may have been initially funded by landed gentry as acts of contrition then maintained by the religious order as a service to God. Our community estate was similarly funded and is now maintained as a service to God. Each of the abbeys had their heyday, and each their demise by over enthusiastic but misled megalomaniacs. We have witnessed the recent demise of communities similar in purpose to ours: what does that say of our community? 

You can check out the rest of my photos here.

2026 Foray#2 Derrynane overnight

The Dingle Peninsula

Gorgeous weather and a longing to foray, so I walked down to the end of our road and caught the 65 'bus to the Square and then the Luas to Heuston rail station where I rode the Cork express to Mallow and the branch line from there to Killarney.

I had over an hour to kill in Killarney so took the opportunity to walk to the Lidl to purchased hard tack and orange juice, returning via a public WC to the bus station. All activity at my age revolves around where is the next WC: the bus station has a nice little café which boasts one WC cubicle "for customer use". My next modus operandi was the 270 bus to Kenmare then the 281 bus towards Waterville but I got off at Caherdaniel and walked the last 40 minutes to my destination.  Beautiful Derrynane, in particular the Long Beach.  

 

Derrynane

Here I explored my environs as one always must, and picked a suitable hollow to "hide" my tent as a sign noted that camping was strictly not permitted. Having come all this way and the day being almost over what was I to do? So I did it anyway and put the onus on whoever erected that sign to find me and tell me to move over. My tent in a hollow was all but invisible from most angles. I slept and woke the next morning without incident. Although I did have to share the domain with numerous rabbits.

My return trip was largely the inverse of my outward journey. I walked back to Caherdaniel to catch the 281 bus to its terminus at Waterville, then switched to the 280 to Killorglin and then to Killarney. Then Irish Rail to Heuston, the Luas to the Square and an interminable wait (over an hour) for the 65 bus that goes past our road as it terminates at Ballyknockan across the lake. And a 20 minute walk back home where I enjoyed a shower and a curry prepared by my better half.

Why did I go? Partly because I could (as in my Free Travel pass). Partly because I love watching the scenery fly past (glued to the window I rarely read). Partly because my chosen destination and/or the route there is so beautiful. Now-a-days I choose an easy final route for walking or cycling (not too much elevation please). And some decent weather please. 

Derrynane has well maintained public WC, as does Killarney railway station.  The bus station has a nice café which I availed of for a light lunch.

I'm glad that I did go, and have these photos as a memorial.

The morning after

See here for a nice aerial view

     

2026 Foray#1 Rosslare to Kilmore Quay revisited

My track along the coast: 30.25km, 177m elevation gain

Gulp... was this really my first proper Foray this year? I blame the weather for my reticence - it has been, and still is, quite cold, and has been windy and wet to boot. I wanted an easy start, hence revisiting a known successful hike on the level to suit my medical condition. 

The outward journey was the 65 bus from the bottom of our road to Dublin, thence the Iarnród Éireann service to Rosslare Europort (which route must rank as one of the most scenic rail journeys in the British Isles).

One overnight in the sand dunes (it was predictably but uncomfortably cold during the night). I set off at 6am on the morrow and made it to Kilmore Quay one hour ahead of schedule.

The return journey was a juggle of bus rides: Kilmore Quay to Wexford, then the Express service to Arlow, then the recently changed 183 service to Glendalough and the 895 back to the bottom of our road.

Perhaps I should mention the most excellent fruit scones I purchased in Murphy's Rosslare SuperValu which supplemented my meager rations.

My photos here.

Points of interest

Here is a dissertation on variously spelled Saint Vogue whose playground was Carnsore Point and who apparently sailed on a granite boulder across to France (it returned on its one). Carnsore Point (and here I quote Wikipedia) was the proposed site for Ireland's first nuclear power plant in the late 1960s to 1970s. Following the 1973 oil crisis, plans were intensified to build up to four reactors, but strong public opposition, organized anti-nuclear rallies, and festivals (1978–1981) led to the project's abandonment in 1981. I am so thankful. Instead the area boasts a wind farm which (in comparison) I can live with.

Then there is The Cut where every year they artificially let water drain from Lady's Island Lake, and similarly a bit further on from Tacumsin Lake.

And, nearer to Kilmore Quay, much coastal erosion. 

Church mountain revisited

 

My track: 23.65km, 540m elevation gain, avg 5.34km/h

Apart from making proper use of the amazingly good weather, I habitually make this pilgrimage at this time of the year to test the decline in my stamina. Results? Well, I made it, even if arriving exhausted back home, even if I skipped the last few metres to the summit, due to lack of time. Even if I had to keep reverting to walking as dictated by my angina symptoms.  Will I make it next year? I hope so, but it might be with less jogging, more walking.

On the ascent

From (almost) the summit

On the descent

Via  Holywood glen

Jonathan's Bay

Jonathan's Bay (somewhat submerged)

It was Sunday afternoon that I decided to explore the trail (recently upgraded) from the carpark on the Valleymount side of the bridge, to Jonathan's Bay.

My track: just short of 9 km

Jonathan's Bay, lovingly named after my eldest, is at the bottom right of this map. My track follows the trail which ends one side of a fence doubtless erected by the ESB. The road is on the other side. I'm not sure what the trail blazers intended at this point, but it was very muddy so I retraced my steps.

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The trail

Where Annacarney Brook empties into Jonathan's Bay

The trail again

 

Mothering Sunday

I wish my mother were still alive. Then I would buy her a flamboyant bouquet of flowers on this day. More important, I would sit by her side and share all those things that I have longed to be able to talk to her about since she passed away. Or would I?