While we were staying in beautiful Mannix Point Camping in Kerry a couple of weeks ago, Bláthnaid and I ventured out to Ballycarbery Castle on foot.
The Castle didn’t look too far from the campsite and we thought (or rather I thought) that it would be a nice stroll.
The castle was a lot further away than we (I….’I’, I am reminded….) thought it would be, and I had some job to keep Bláthnaid going, after she deemed my statement of ‘It’s only around the corner’ to be an untruth.
We walked up the long driveway from the campsite, down through the town of Cahersiveen, and past the Old Barracks.
We crossed the bridge over the River Ferta where more of that fabulous Montbretia that I can’t shut up about was blooming along the river bank.
And, within a matter of minutes, we’d left the town behind us.
At the top of the road we came to this signpost.
Bláthnaid (after removing the headphones that are almost a permanent fixture on her ears), said she thought we’d walked far enough and that we should go back, but I assured her that it was only 2km to the castle according to the sign, and that 2km was only the distance from our house to the school, and that wasn’t very far, and sure the sign had to be right.
‘And look’, I said, ‘I can see it from here. Sure it’s only around the corner’.
So, with Bláthnaid sighing heavily, and plugging her ears once again with noisy young people’s music, we set off along the road.
Two kilometres my ass.
….it was two kilometres to the next ass!
They were cute asses though.
Of course Bláthnaid was all ‘Ooh’ and ‘Aah’ and ‘Awww’ at the donkeys.
She didn’t mind then that we’d walked 2km and were still a good distance from the castle.
We passed this interesting ruin along the way.
I meant to visit it the next day when we had the car, but forgot about it.
Since uploading the photo I’ve found out that the ruin is that of Castlequin House which was occupied by the Mahony family until the late 20th century when it was sold to the Rosneys. It was inhabited until 1934 and then fell into disrepair in the 1940s. Further info is available on Ocean Bliss B&B’s page.
We walked on.
And I took photos of some more Montbrieta.
It’s fair to say I might have a bit of a fixation with the stuff.
And then the castle came into view.
So we hung around there for a while enjoying the view, and resting our feet, while wishing we’d brought a picnic.
It’s a perfect place for a picnic.
……..or jet skiing, it seems…..
We spent a while looking at ‘the lads’ having fun on the jet skis while, I tried to take photographs from much too far away, and then we set out on the “2km” walk back to Cahersiveen.
The following day we drove back up that way and measured it – it was 2.5km, although I’m not convinced that’s right either. I’d easily add another bit on.
By the way, I’m sure someone has probably noticed all the different spellings of Cahersiveen I’ve been using, even in this blog post. Well, today I learnt that there are four different spellings, but that the preferred spelling is ‘Cahersiveen’. You can read why here. Just in case you should visit in the near future.