Ronan McCann
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Out for a little stroll on a Saturday afternoon, shur what else would ya be at?!?!
“Dad, how high is it?”
Quick google:
“It’s only 327 meters… piece of cake!”
Holy mother of sweet divine Jesus, I discovered after about 10 minutes how unfit I am.
Fifty One. 51 years old. I wanted to die.
The trail is stunning, it’s a feat of engineering built unobtrusively into the beautiful hillside, with non slip metal loops built into every step.
Every, Single, Step.
Thank Fook there are plenty of places to stop along the way, to let your heart recover from trying to beat out through your chest wall. While sitting pretending to admire the views, you recover enough to pretend that you’re not dying to the people on the way down the trail. Would you believe that some people do this for fun?!?!
Weave your way up through meadows and trees, meandering up the hill, looking out over the bay as you rise higher and higher… if I wasn’t nearly dead, it would be stunning.
The last bit, where the steps get closer together and a little higher of a rise is a sick twisted joke on behalf of whoever built them… I bet they grin every time they think of the poor unfit weaklings that are trying their best to get to the top!
Anyway. At the top there were some views. Kind of nice really. *I’d nearly say it was worth it.
Took a couple of photos.
Followed my 12 year old down. He bloody jogged. 😡
RIP me.
*it IS worth it. It’s utterly magnificent. Please, do it, even if you die.