Day 4 IRE 2025–Glenbeigh to Cahersiveen

Day 4

 

                           Fuscia.-dancing faeries.  

                   Sundew-flyeater!!-carnivore 

  

  I’ve decided that every post will include some native flora/fauna from lovely Ireland. How cool is that sundew! Like a Venus Fly Trap!

 

[Disclaimer:   I’m still really trying to decipher this blogger.com platform. There are some things I would change IF I could code; I can’t… so please be content with my photo placement, caption placement, color options. They are NOT drag and drop! I need a blogging tutor… but not on this trip.]

Sunrise in Glenbeigh

We were transported by a truly delightful Maureen to our starting point today—the base of an Irish mountain, of course. She graciously agreed to a photo. We asked her to turn her face a little so we could see the bling!

 

 … and imagine the 5 of us and 6 luggage bags plus 4 backpacks 

IN HER CAR!

This statue was at our starting point. It made an impression on me… 

       read on..

Captain Frank O’Grady. IRA.   27yo.          Murdered.  

      For his beliefs, for his country. 

         … Food for  thought on the climb      

A few photos on the way up the Irish mountain… 

                          

And a few along the high ridge…

                                              

                                    

 As much as these old homes are photogenic…. they make me sad. There were several here on the old railway line, but long since have been abandoned.

Guess which of the 4 of us has the longest stride… 

Not me! (and neither of the other white-haired women because guess what they were doing!)

     

Elevensies at 2!

With…

 4 given as wee thoughtful gifts just for this trip from the man who holds my ♥️ 

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Anyone know what we’s lookin at here

               

                           Just cut                     Stored                              Beautified! ☺️

…..shhh. I’m bring a little piece back.

Beth and Sue,

and we finished out another day..

…albeit,
a little worse for the wear.

            

… I hobbled to the closer restaurant—I just could not make my knees suffer  the half mile back to town with the ladies—and soothed my aching knees-n-toes woes with thee best fresh salmon 

in Ireland. 

It’s worth the pain…

. . . can’t say no to fresh rhubarb and strawberry tart!

And yes I ate EVERYTHING

Oooooo… I like this large size! More of those to come!!

Bonne nuit . . as my Togo daughter would say….                         Oíche mhaith . . as my Irish host would say. 

Good night from the pilgrim