Monday 18th September - Tralee to Camp.
Yesterday had gone really well but Al needed a bit of time
to recuperate so I set off on my own. I didn’t feel like a solo epic, so
plumped for a ride along the north coast of the Tralee peninsular. The weather
was warm but windy and the road was a constant run of traffic. A very half-
hearted cycle track ran intermittently for around ten kilometres. The remainder
of this narrow, but main road, was shared with every conceivable sort of
vehicle. That the cycle routes of Ireland need some serious organising was made
evident by the requirement of a lead vehicle complete with flashing lights to
ensure the safety of a group of riders following the Wild Atlantic Way. Sadly,
I was going in the opposite direction and anyway they were going too fast!
I bent my head to my favourite nostril wind and headed for
Camp. I had just started a small climb to the village when I could hear loud
music. Only in Ireland could a main road host a farmers’ market complete with a
live band! (Culchie Goes Cool) and they were foot tapping fab. As a lone
cyclist appearing for no good reason, I found myself something of a celebrity,
welcomed by the band and then subsequently waved off by the many occupants of
the pub! Such fun.
The return was something of an anti climax but fast, with a
following wind and a predominantly downhill gradient. Able to raise my head, I
could appreciate the views of Fenit to my left and the Slieve Mountains to the
right. I enjoyed my couple of hours and
Al enjoyed his well deserved recuperation.
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