Statistics:  mileage 18.3 miles  ascent 845′  descent 913′  7 hours

After leaving Cloghane under cloudy skies and with a tail wind pushing us, we soon arrived at Fermoyle Strand, known as the longest beach in Ireland, where we ran into friends we had met on the trail as well as hikers from California (Novato, CA and San Diego, CA).  We all chatted for a bit before we wandered off to explore the beach, which included watching a  windsurfer and a couple of kitesurfers.

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After we passed the windsurfers, oystercatcher birds became Act 2 of the entertainment as they darted up the beach into the wind, drafting each other.  Soon the lead bird would  drop back for the next bird to take the lead and so on.


This long beach was mostly deserted.  Gusts of wind would occasionally sweep the beach, giving us a little boost as we trotted along with the wind at our backs.

wide beach

At the far end of this long, empty beach, it curved around to meet the village of Fahamore.

beach with rocks

The citizens of Fahamore allowed horses to roam the town.  The horses were used to people, they paid no attention to us as they munched their grass.

horses in town

As we walked toward this village, a local spoke to us, mentioning that there was a good spot a half mile off the trail for tea and scones.  Our appetites now peaked, we took him up on his suggestion and had a delightful cup of tea and scones at  the Harbour House.

Harbour House

Leaving Harbour House and Fahamore, we passed by the tiny village of Scraggane.   A large boat, almost a ship, called “Naomhógs” are made here.  Legend has it that Brendan the Voyager, an Irish monk, used a Naomhóg when they successfully set sail for the Americas with 17 other monks in the mid 6th century   That vessel was 36 feet long and 8 feet wide at the beam with leather stretched over a wooden frame.  These boats are still made today in Scraggane.

naomhog

Rounding the tip of this spit of land, we came full force into a fierce headwind with wind and sand blowing into our faces, which we battled for three miles.  Most everyone we came upon warned of an impending storm.  Fortunately, we reached our cheery, antique filled B&B, Castle House B&B, before the storm began.

castle house 2

The next day the storm had increased and a weather advisory warned of danger for hikers in this wind. Castle House became our last stop on the Dingle Way.  Unfortunately, we had to abandon that next day’s hike which was the planned, final day of our Dingle Way loop, as a taxi carried us forward to our original starting point in Tralee.

 

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