Benbulbin in the back, rocky cliffs in the front, Mullaghmore or An Mullach Mór is Irish for “The Great Summit” and a couple of villages away. Whenever I meet a local, the conversation usually reveals two things 1) I am not Irish 2) I have not been to Mullaghmore. With a free day and some curiosity Rolfe and I hopped in the van destined for this famed surfer’s peninsula.
My iPhone retired itself a while ago, so for navigation I usually jot down the directions and then forget them at home. Out here, the rural roads tend to be too tiny for two cars to fit fairly, therefore it’s always a game of who has the nicer car. Generally, I am the one who has to go off-roading. The best advice I can give for riding around these parts is if the road seems like somebody’s muddy driveway, it’s probably your best bet.
The waves were dwarfed with no surfers in sight. I admit, I was a bit nervous, alone, well besides Rolfe, with the wind and wide open ocean below the cliffs. I was mesmerized for a moment, like the nihilist in me saying “just do it, jump in there, go back to the sea!! let it take you!! Life in meaninglesssssssss!”
I did spot one soul up on the cliffs. I passed him later by the beach, umbrella down, enjoying a little ray of sunshine. In Ireland it’s always worth it to go out even if the weather seems crummy.
I took Rolfe down to the sandy shoreline. There were a few signs posted that cattle could be grazing…on the beach. I kept Rolfe on lead while investigating. We arrived with windy rain and left the place in the sunshine, typical for Ireland.
We got our daily dose of adorable on the way home. The new life roaming around this time of year is the epitome of cute. They use a paint by number system to match the lambs with their mothers. This kind of takes away from the ambiance of sheep sightings not to mention that this little guy will probably be ordered for dinner sometime soon. My heart is still warmed by their sweet existence.
I will return to Mullaghmore to see the Classiebawn Castle and maybe some rad wave BOMBS over next winter. But for a first run, it was worth the go.