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Waterford to ClonakiltyAnother weekend spent cycling aroung the Irish coast and another 161 miles completed. Read all about days 3 and 4 in my "Exercise" area Day 4Sunday February 5th - Cobh to Clonakilty. 54 Miles - Total so far 331 miles
A longish day mingles inland meandering with coastal dalliance. Traversing Corks undulating countryside the route features Cork and Kinsale Harbours, the lovely beaches of Courtnacsherry Bay and a handful of quiet villages. The journey could be broken at Kinsale, a pretty harbour village, also dubbed Irelands gourmet capital. Its medieval centre makes for a pleasant (and mouth watering) wander Well dont know about that but at 9.30am on a February Sunday morning it looked pretty quiet. Old Head of Kinsale is a promontory south of Kinsale town. Unfortuantely its no longer possible to visit the lighthouse at the end of the promontory: the land is now closed to all but members of the Old Head Golf Links. However a side trip to the castle at the narrow neck affords great views of the coast and countryside on the return downhill run. One of the highlights for today was the trip out onto Kinsale Head. I wanted to get off the R600 which was pretty busy for this time on a Sunday so was looking for a more quieter route. Unfortuantely I missed the turn thinking it was further on (yeah I know I should have better maps). Anyway I eventually managed to find the turn and decided to ride out to the very end of "Old Head" as it is known. What a glorious ride through undulating fields passing tumbledown houses and old farms. The very end of the head is a lighthouse and a gold course (which prevents access) and the remains of an old castle. There is also a memorial to the Lusitania which was sunk just off the coast from here with the loss of over 1100 loves. This single event was the reason that America entered WW1 and its so sad to think that such violence should have taken place here considering the beauty of the area. The Wikipedia entry for Lusitania is very interesting. The ride back took me through one of the surfer havens of Ireland at Garrettstown where even at this time of year people were surfing. The sign leaving Garrettstown said "Unsuitable for Horse Drawn Caravans". It should have also have mentioned tired cyclists cause jeez it was steep. The shallow intel to Courtmacsherry Bay attracts a wide variety of water birds, some of which migrate from Artic regions. At its head is the village of Timoleague and the impressive remains of its 14th century Franciscan friary The ride across to Timoleague was very pleasant hugging the coast and drinking in the sights and smells. Actually met a few cyclists out for day all whizzing around and making me look very flat footed. I really wanted to take the longer route from here to Clonakilty but my knee just wasnt up to the job. Was a shame to "skip" it but I had to be sensible, therefore I arrived in Clonakilty with over 2 hours to wait for the bus. With plenty of live music, arts and crafts plus the beach nearby, Clonakilty is a lively small town. Most shops and restauraunts are on the long main street known, in different sections, as The Strand, Wolfe Tone Street, Ashe Street and Pearse Street. Restored and old buildings (including several from the linen industry, Clonakilty's mainstay for many centuries) give the place character. Clonakilty's most famous son, the Irish patriot Michael Collins, was born 7km west of the town in 1889 The bus arrived late, was full to bursting, had a drunk singing songs in a very off tone drunken slur, and my bike suffered a broken headlight (beyond repair) but it got me back to Cork in time to catch the Express train back to Dublin. A great weekend of riding but I have to do something about the cold effecting my knees etc Day 3Saturday February 4th - Waterford to Cobn. 107 Miles - Total so far 277 miles
Perched on cliffs overlooking a vast Blue Flag beach, Tramore (Tra Mhor) is number one on the family holiday scene and packs out in July and August, when amusements and chip stalls cram the promenade. The town is neat and busy and returns to normality out of season. The 3km long beach is backed by dunes and becomes a great expanse of sand at low tide I must say it looked a bit diffferent at 8am on a February Saturday morning :) The best seaside day in the region follows a cliff-lined shore with a multitude of beaches and coves. Remote surrounds awaken the soul, a cuppa is never far away and the niews are uplifting. Givem sunny weather, this day could happily stretch to tow or more. The highlight is the early stretch between Annestown and Bunmahon where the road clings to the clifftop with long views around the coast. The area between Tramore and Stradbally is known at the Copper Coast with several structures left behind from the 19th century mining industry. From the ruined engine house before Bunmahon shafts run 7km underground Check out an interesting site on mine heritage Copper Coast This was a very pleasant start to the day. Roads were deserted and I followed the gently undulating coast road. The views out to sea were spectacular and the sound of the surf is something that always gets me in a good mood. Couldn't stop myself from ringing Susie and holding the phone up to the sounds of the ocean :) However beaches and coves are the days main attraction. Kilfarrasy Strand is an early side trip. Annestown and Bunmahon are quaint clusters of civilisation where rivers break through to the sea. Numerous coves are signposted en route including Ballydowane and Ballyvooney. Clonea Strand is a popular holiday beach complete with chip and tea stands and a beachside hotel. After Dungarvan the road crosses the Drum Hills and falls to remote Ballyquinn Strand and the popular beach town of Ardmore. Couldnt help myself from exploring a bit here (ok I missed the turn) and ended up at Helvick Head. Wierdest bit of road I have across yet, newly surfaced, wide, looking more like a main road and suddenly it ends at a small cluster of houses and a tiny harbour. Having arrived at the end of the world I knew there was a reason for having to come here because lying in the road was an abandoned teddy bear looking very forelorn and dirty. So he is now my cycling mascot and is looking for a suitable name. Arrived in Youghal in time for lunch at Tescos Youghal. A charming old port at the mouth of the River Blackwater, Youghal (pronounced Y-all) has a long river quay which doubles as the main road to Cork yet remains strangely unspoiled by the jugggernauts. The main street runs parallel to the quayside with painted shops and cafes where seafood is a speciality. The river forms the border between Counties Cork and Waterford. After taking a break for lunch it was important to get back on the road and head to Cobh. I really wanted to go as far down as Ballycotton but my left knee was at this stage starting to ache and my nipples were giving me hell from the cold. So instead I did as the book suggested and kept to the minor roads parallel to the N25 and went cross country. I did allow myself one small diversion and hugged the coast around Saleen. After the rather dull cross country route I had been following this was a lovely surprise as I spent a pleasant 30 minutes with the mudflats to my left and dark woodlands to my right. I eventually arrived at the old port town of Cobh and found the hotel Susie had booked for me. Yet again she came up trumps and the 45 Euro was well worth it for a big double bed, warm room, a bath and the fact that the hotel had its own Chinese resteraunt with a crackling log fire. Heaven. Some interesting facts about Cobh. This was the last port of call of the Titanic, there are 115 victims of the Lusitania buried here and most surprisingly this is the town where my maternal great great grandmother O'Niel came from. So there you have it, I am actually Irish :) A very interesting site is one dedicated to the later Father Browne who took the last know photographs of the Titanic Titanic at Cobh Need to be careful nowIt's now been a month since I started to keep this diary and a combination of this honesty to myself and the fact that I have cycled over 330 miles in 2 weekends I can really feel that I have lost some weight. However just reading back the last couple of days to myself I can really see a worrying trend of starting to eat junk creep in. Why did I eat the chocolate cake? Ok it looked nice, but that wasnt the point. Also what with eating the Rice Pudding when I know it contains milk? I guess in a way I am treating them as rewards but in fact I shouldnt be rewarding myself with food because its food that has caused the weight in the first place. I need to find a healthy option of rewarding myself so I will my thinking cap on and see what I can come up with. 5th FebBreakfast
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