Saint Kevin wears sandals

Saint Kevin wears sandals. Or shoes of some kind. I know because I have walked the 26km St Kevin's Way barefoot with considerable chagrin, so either Kevin was mega holy and above pain or, as is more likely, human and shod. My right foot got minor punctured twice, adding to the discomfort of walking on sharp gravel and board walks liberally studded with staples standing some 3/4" proud of the wood (they do this to avoid the wood getting slippery when wet. It was not wet). All this suffering by my choice but the walk was in honour of Ryan who is leaving us in two weeks' time.

But we enjoyed the walk, the craic, and mostly a cider followed by dinner at the Hollywood Inn.

Our track

My track 16.3 miles (26km), average speed moving 2.9 mph, elevation gain 744m. Here are some random shots, in reverse order (it appears nothing can be done to re-order them apart from laboriously copying them one by one).

Ryan and his amazing (luke warm) tea making machine

David and Ryan stopped to do push-ups every so often 

Tiffin near Wicklow Gap summit

Historic mining buildings

The works

A screen shaker?

A stone crusher?

Meg cider

Meg, the one and only, star artist in this video, got knocked by a car this afternoon. It wasn't the car's fault - the driver was aware of Meg and was going slowly: it was the fault of yappy dogs who frightened Meg whilst she was inspecting their smells, and she shot out from the kurb just as the car was passing slow. I think, I hope she will be OK - no bones appear to be broken, no obvious wound, probably just a bad bruise or two. I guess we'll see tomorrow.