Saturday, 25 October 2014

Sea Kayaking In Galway City & Kinvara Bay

Some recent shots of our Galway City Sea Kayaking and Kinvara Bay Sea Kayaking.






Thursday, 9 October 2014

Manchán Magan - Mountain Skills 1


Manchán Magan
Mountain Skills 1 In The Burren

I had always yearned to be able to free myself from the tyranny of a way-marked trail, to roam the Irish uplands, free and unfettered, but I was afraid. We prisoners of the wooden-posted tracks feel jeered at by that irritating yellow walking figure carved into each post. Yet, the alternative, of having to sit through classes to study orientation, compass-bearing and map skills always seemed too humiliating to contemplate.

At our most adventurous people like me might pull out a walking guide and follow the endless description of every style, wall and farmhouse, knowing that if we misread even one instruction we’re liable to wander off the hand-drawn map and be irreconcilably lost.  After one or two such frightening experiences the, now, dog-earred book gets dumped back on the shelf, while we return, humiliated, to following the yellow figure.

Last month, I finally decided I’d had enough and I signed myself up for the Mountain Skills 1 course run by Outdoors Ireland. (The ignominy of living on an island with such easy access to rugged, untrammelled hills and not daring to access them became too frustrating.)

On a bright February morning I turned up at Kinvarra pier to find a bunch of amiable twenty-to-fiftysomethings dressed in the bright Legoland colours of Berghaus, Jack Wolfskin and North Face. Rather than steering us into a stuffy classroom, the course director, Nathan Kingerlee (owner of Outdoors Ireland) drove directly up into the high Burren, believing that the best way to learn is through hands-on experience.

After a brief introduction to map-skills, Nathan pointed at a particular contour line and told us to make our way there. I stared harder at my map than I had ever done before and set out on the task. The next two days were like this: Nathan teaching us just enough to grasp a new technique and then getting us to put it into practise right away. The adrenalin rush of always being on the edge of one’s knowledge, of having to use acquired experience or common-sense made for an invigorating experience. It sparked fast comradeship as we sought support and clarification from one another. It certainly made it all more fun than any teaching experience I’ve had before. I found myself regretting that I hadn’t done it long ago.

The day sped on with a series of new nuggets of information and a task to hammer each piece home: setting the map in the landscape, gauging contours, planning a route, handrailing a spur, combining the compass with the map. Each lesson was a further step towards independence, towards feeling safe in the worst extremes that Ireland might throw at one. When I messed up and ended up 200 metres off course, I had to contend with the knowledge that if I was on a cliff in heavy mist, I’d be lying at the bottom of it now, with, at best, a sprained ankle. By the second day we were learning how to deal with even this eventuality and gradually gaining confidence from the knowledge of how to plan an escape route in an emergency and what food, clothes and equipment would be necessary to last the many hours it might take for help to come.

We became increasingly aware of how serious the stakes could be in this game, how vital it was to focus and plan and check one’s calculations and decisions repeatedly. I was no longer seeing the map as a series of roads through green or yellow background, it had become a living realm in my mind. The symbols and contours summoning entire 3-D landscapes just as a musical score can invoke an orchestra. I was beginning to speak the subtle language of contour lines or at least interpret the facts and clues they were trying to communicate to me. A map is like great literature, the more you read it the richer and more multidimensional it becomes.

Each lesson was a mini-achievement, a further step towards independence. The tasks were challenging, but rewarding. I felt like a toddler taking heroic steps out to explore wider realms. There was a real adrenaline rush from coming across the brow of a hill and seeing Nathan there waiting, knowing he was going to ask me where I thought I was on the map. There was no chance of bluffing. I looked into his eyes, which had a perfect poker-glaze, honed in the face of mountain blizzards.

I stared back at the map again and something primal sparked in me, some inner ancestral knowing encoded into my DNA eons ago when my ancestors depended on this knowledge for survival. The only reason my bloodline had continued this far was because my ancestors had known instinctively how to read the land, how to follow a spur up and over a mountain, how to avoid steep-sided gullies and recognise re-entrants. With Nathan still waiting for an answer, I looked at the map again and around at the landscape, really looking, seeing beyond the transitory houses, roads and forestry back to the glacial formations that my Neolithic forebearers saw and that the map still sees today and suddenly it was far clearer.

Soon I wasn’t rushing back to Nathan for confirmation and reassurance. I was beginning to trust myself. It’s an impressive take-home from what I thought would be a mind-numbing cub-scout class. I got to spend a weekend in the glorious upland Burren, roaming with the wild goats over the clints and grykes in this  archeologically-saturated landscape of thick-bedded limestone slabs. It felt somehow fitting that the area has been associated with
learning ever since the old Brehon and Bardic schools of the 6th century and the monastic settlement of Corcomroe. We were just the latest students to come for guidance to the rugged strangeness of this rocky place and we could leave here now and share our understanding of the landscape just as the monks had done before us.

For more www.outdoorsireland.com

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Dawn Tea Break On Innisfallen Island

Morning Reflections At Ross Castle

Sunrise Over The Paps, On The Cork/Kerry Border

Old Pine Floating Near Yew Island

More Morning Reflections

Ravens Over Ross Castle

Swallow Island...

Early Grey Tea & Dark Chocolate

More Dawning Sunrise Over Lough Lein

Sunday, 5 October 2014

The Irish Castle

To Be Finished...

Our ancestors needed to defend themselves from hostile tribes and wild animals so they built simple wooden defenses around their dwellings. Sometimes these dwellings would be on a lake or in a marsh, making it even more secure, such as a crannog.

Imagine those long dark Irish nights when the world abound still with witchcraft and mysteries. Falling rain, wailing wind, trees crashing and creaking, the roar and shriek or hunting and hunted animals. Around a fire would cluster our ancestors, dozing with simple weapons ready, while beyond their wooden, or wattle and daub, defenses lurked other nervous tribes, semi-crazed wanderers, wolves, boar, elk and possibly bear.

The Iron Age and Bronze Age saw impressive stone ring forts, hill look-out forts and earthen clifftop forts,

In western Europe the first castles begin appearing in the 9th and 10th century. Local chieftains built wooden ring-works on top of earthen banks, which were encircled with deep ditches.

In 1066 William of Normandy conquered England and to safeguard and subdue the displaced Saxons he filled England with a new castle design he had developed in Normandy. This new castle design was called a motte and baily castle.

Within one hundred years of Norman conquest about six hunded of these castles had been built in England and Wales. Motte and baily castles were often built hurredly as part of the wave of invasion. These were then converted into stone over time, which was a slow process.

In 1169 the Norman invasion of Ireland began. With the Norman arrival on Irish soil came their timber motte and baily castles, followed by longer lasting stone castles, known as a stone keep castle.

The concentric castle arrived in the late 13th century, the idea being brought back from the Holy Land by returning crusader knights.

Wednesday, 1 October 2014

Autumn's Nip

Welcome to October,
A water moon, a curl of cloud,
A scotch by firelight.

Autumn catches with a nip,
Winter threatens with a bite.
A falling snow of rusty leaves,
Swallows gone and sleepy bees.

The native woods turn red and gold,
Like a verdant flag of county bold,
With the nightly roar of rutting stag.




Wednesday, 24 September 2014

Weeky Update @ Outdoors Ireland

Work more hectic than I'd like; not had a chance yet to stock check after summer, order new gear, etc; but that's an awesome complaint to have!

I've been running some magical kayak trips, including a dawn/sunrise trip yesterday. Couple of sea eagles out on Innisfallen Island and a one-antlered stag.

Mountain Skills Courses have started again and I've spent a couple of days on some really nice hills just above Ballyvourney running MS1 for trainee instructors at Kinsale Further Education College.


Thursday, 18 September 2014

Out Of Office & On The Hills


Am working out of office for few days. Back to email/phone on Tues morning.

The next few days has us running a Mountain Skills 2, Kayaking on the Killarney Lakes, Team Building in Cork for UCC, running a Mountain Skills 1 for Kinsale VEC, plus some in-house Mountain Bike Training.

Thanks for your patience, Nathan

Wednesday, 17 September 2014

Mountain Skills 2 In Killarney, Kerry, This Weekend


We have two places left for our Mountain Skills 2 Course in Killarney, Kerry, this weekend - 20th & 21st Sep.

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This intensive two-day course covers map reading techniques, compass work, steep ground scrambling, emergency procedures and route planning.

Irish Independent Article

We had a lovely mention in the Irish Independent over the week, along with Muckross Park Hotel. Click Here To Read The Article

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Saturday, 13 September 2014

Weekly Update @ Outdoors Ireland


The superb weather of 2014 continues on and on! Full moon, hazy mist over the far off mountains and islands, breathtaking sunsets and sunrises...

I'm working outdoors more and more now and loving being in the fresh air again.

Last week I was sea kayaking in Galway, heading out towards the open waters at Mutton Island Lighthouse; passing several small robotic/remote-controlled sailing boats. Also kayaking on Lough Lein surfing, with strong winds behind us, around Ross Island and later in the week canoeing with some two-year olds.

About to guide a bike tour through Killarney National Park, around Lough Lein and through Torc Woods. I've recently updated our best photos of 2014, which you can see here.

That's all for now, Nathan