Sunday 4 December 2016

Walk of the Week: Slieve Foye, Co Louth

Christopher Somerville

Published 09/10/2010 | 05:00

Carlingford's a favourite place of mine. The little Louth harbour town boasts two castles, more history than you can shake a stick at, friendly and funny locals, and the majestic backdrop of Slieve Foye, queen of the Cooley Peninsula mountains.

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It was Slieve Foye I was here to climb, a promise I'd made to myself years ago the first time I caught sight of the mountain's jagged profile from the slopes of the Mourne Mountains across Carlingford Lough.

Slieve Foye isn't a mountain to be frightened of, but it's one to respect -- even at the modest height of 589m, you want decent weather and an absence of low cloud to make your way safely among its rocky outcrops. Today's brisk blue sky offered a chance that just begged to be seized.

I found the stony lane that leads directly up the hill behind Carlingford to Golyin Pass on the skyline. It was a steep climb between old stone walls where monbretia extruded cheerful tongues of flaming orange. Cheviot sheep with Roman profiles grazed deep in the bracken, scarcely bothering to look down their aristocratic noses as I puffed by. Up at the pass, a group of young mountain bikers whooped and hollered with delight over the view and, turning round, I had to admit it was a corker, out over Carlingford and its slate-blue lough to the kingly Mournes lumping high on the northern horizon.

The path up Slieve Foye rose as a grassy strip heading for the summit rocks. I paused for breath among the first outcrops, looking back across the pass to the split peak of Barnavave where louche and legendary Queen Medbh joined battle with mighty Cúchulainn in the long ago and far away. Then I went on, a slippery but easy climb with purple arrow waymarks as an occasional reassurance, snaking over bog and heather up to the summit where a plain concrete triangulation pillar clung like a jockey in a racehorse saddle to the back of a great dark lump of glacier-scratched rock. What a mind-melter of a view, from the majestic Mournes to the far-off Wicklow Hills down in the south, the Ring of Gullion out west and the sail-dotted waters of Carlingford Lough and Dundalk Bay in the east.

I could cheerfully have sat on that summit rock all day, and probably slept the night away there too. But I didn't wish to be caught by the flying columns of rain I could see marching up across the Midland plains.

So it was up and on, hurdling rocks, scrambling down stream beds, descending where I could, until the solid line of forestry below gave me something to aim for.

A final joyous slide on my bottom down a grassy slope to fetch up against the forest fence and I was following the blue waymark arrows of the Slieve Foye Looped Walk back to the Golyin Pass and a quick march into Carlingford, where a collie dog on a tin roof was auctioning for World's Most Monotonous Barker. I beat the rain into PJ O'Hare's by the shortest of heads.



email: csomerville@independent.ie

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