Photo credit - last pic courtesy of Wikipedia commons. All other photos - CBrennan.
It has become the norm lately that events are upon me before I have even realised that they are coming! St Patrick's Day this year was one such and at a quarter to midnight the night before, a last moment decision was made to climb Slemish mountain next day in honour of St Patrick.
Slemish is not really a mountain, more of a hill, but we folks in Ireland don't really have things on a grand scale as you do in say, the Alps or the Grand Canyon, so any hole in the hedge here can be a town or even a city. Any bump in the road is able to call itself a hill without giving offence to any neighbouring hillock.
And why would you climb a hill on St Patrick's Day? Well, St Patrick himself is reputed to have spent around 6 years as a slave in Ireland and many of them are supposed to have passed tending livestock for his master on this very hill.
Since I'm sure you have all seen a St Patrick's Day parade in your time, I thought you might like a peep at a place that St Pat himself is very likely to have been. Slemish is very busy on St Patrick's Day but it would be a great place to sit and think some quiet Sunday afternoon!
Heading up, not going to lose that little dude on the hill...
About half way up, stopped to take pics. Nothing at all to do with fitness level.
Getting a little misty up top, rain on the way.
Much easier on the way down, remember that for next time.
Slemish seen from the road.