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By the Amstel River, Netherlands. Early morning. Early spring.

This is a very manageable photo challenge for a P-plate snapper like me.

I have trouble controlling depth of field and getting the right balance of light and dark – all that tricky technical stuff.

I do however know a good shape when I see one. Anything outlined against a glorious sunrise is worth pulling out the camera for. After that it’s just point and shoot. Continue reading


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CYCLING AND CRAIC – 5 Star bike tour of Connemara, Ireland

Bog Road, Connemara (red)

Imbibing the culture of Connemara in Ireland’s wild west.

In the Shamrock Hotel, fiddles and uilleann pipes rattle out a reel. A young man, his cap at a rakish angle, jumps to his feet. He grabs a broom and sweeps a couple of drinkers off the tiny stage in the corner. Then he dances, back straight, feet flying across the broomstick, heels and toes beating out the rhythm in a dazzling, virtuoso display.

This is no show for tourists; he’s just having fun with his mates and impressing the girl watching from across her pint. Welcome to Connemara, where this sort of thing goes on every night.

I’ve come here to start a cycling tour tomorrow, so this cultural experience is a bonus. My bike can wait. I’m staying in the lovely Anglers’ Return B&B by a beautiful trout stream, and I’ve eaten fresh local mussels and lobster, before heading to the pub for the ‘craic’, the famed Irish party which goes on into the wee hours.

At a slightly fuzzy breakfast next morning (well, later the same morning), I fortify myself with coffee and hostess Lynn’s home-made bread, and check out my fellow cyclists, who foolishly left the craic hours before I did. They look very fit in their lycra. Kim from Florida has brought her own pedals – the mark of a serious rider. Her friend Lisa, and Spanish girls Maria and Cassandra claim not to ride much at all, but I’m not sure I believe them.

Fidelma, our guide from Cycle West, arrives to pump up tyres and adjust saddles on our comfortable hybrid bikes. She loads our luggage into the trailer behind her car and gives us directions to the day’s first coffee stop. It’s a pleasant, sunny ride around the coast, on quiet, undulating roads…behind five women. I chivalrously leave the navigation to them, and tag along behind as we roll into Roundstone.

Roundstone Village (red)

It’s an attractive 19th century harbour village, whose old Franciscan monastery is now an arts workshop making whistles, flutes and the world’s best bodhrans (Irish drums). The house on the corner belongs to Michael Flatley, of Riverdance fame.

Then it’s back in the saddle, onwards and upwards and downwards and upwards again. The predicted showers are holding off and the countryside is jaw-droppingly beautiful. I shouldn’t be surprised. On my touring map of Ireland, every centimetre of Connemara road is marked with green borders, indicating a scenic route.

The grey, domed mountains in the middle of the peninsula are the Twelve Bens, a popular challenge for walkers, but fortunately not on Fidelma’s designated cycle route. Below them stretches boggy heath, where white cottages have been dotted strategically to provide focal points for our photos. Little bays pit the coast, with moorings for battered fishing smacks and gleaming modern yachts. Connemara used to be one of the poorest parts of Europe, but now has some of its most expensive holiday hideaways.

We aim to ride a moderate 40-60km a day, and can shorten this if we want to, so there’s a long lunch and many camera stops. A stray dog who adopts us is able to keep up for hours, until Fidelma hands him over to an animal refuge, confident they’ll find his owner; Radio Connemara is still olde-worldy enough to make lost dog announcements.

In the afternoon there’s a solid, steady climb. Kim leads a breakaway and, forget the chivalry, it’s game on. Phew, those personalised pedals give her a huge advantage, otherwise I definitely could have won, maybe. At the peak we can admire stunning views towards the Bens on one side, the Aran Islands on the other, and I can catch my breath on the downhill run into Clifden.

Down to Clifden (red)

Last night’s lodgings set the bar high, but Clifden’s Quay House clears it. Paddy and Julia have furnished their hotel from Paddy’s antique business with eccentric oil paintings, mahogany bedsteads and totally politically incorrect elephant tusks and tiger skins. Plaques on the wall celebrate their recent wins of Ireland’s best accommodation awards.

The place oozes character, but what most impresses me is that Julia greets me by name. She knows us all, and boy, that’s a trick worth learning if you’re in the business of making people feel welcome.

The Quay House,Clifden (red)

At night it’s into Clifden for dinner, then a stroll to yet another bar with yet another music ‘session’. Everyone’s encouraged to sing their party piece, and I remember just enough words to fudge through Eric Bogle’s No Man’s Land, once a big hit in Ireland and now a modest success in Lowry’s Bar.
The blueprint for the trip has been drawn up; humungous breakfast, gorgeous day’s bike riding, warm welcome in charming B&B, dinner in the best restaurant in town, then craic until very late. Sleep deprivation is an issue, but I wouldn’t miss a moment of this.

When we have a rest day, with a chance to play golf or ride Connemara ponies, I take option C – more cycling, dodging black-faced sheep on the Bog Road, coffee at the superb Ballynahinch Castle (also an accommodation option on a Cycle West tour), then visiting Kylemore Abbey, glowing by a lake in the late afternoon sun.

Kylemore Abbey (red)

I love bike riding. There’ll be other tours in beautiful surroundings. But when I’m dragging heavy panniers up hills, dodging traffic, getting lost, living off muesli bars and sleeping in a clammy tent in muddy campgrounds, I’ll think wistfully of the luxurious days of cycling and craic in Connemara. And some time I’ll do it again.

The Sky Road, Connemara (red)

The writer was the guest of Tourism Ireland and Cycle West, and flew courtesy of Aer Lingus.


Aer Lingus flies from London to Shannon Airport, near Galway from GBP77.12.

Staying there: Angler’s Return, near Roundstone has double B&B from EUR98. See anglersreturn.com. The Quay House Connemara EUR150 double B&B. See thequayhouse.com

Further information: Guided 7 day tours with Cycle West, including accommodation and most meals, cost from EUR1515. Shorter self-guided tours are also available from EUR685. See cyclewest.com. For other accommodation and activities in Connemara, see discoverireland.com.au.

First published – Sun-Herald, Sydney


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