Last Sunday, we headed up Mount Brandon – exactly one year after the last successful time.
Seven children and ten adults successfully reached the summit – even if the cloud cover meant that the view was non-existent. When we reached the shoulder and encountered the cold wind coming off the Atlantic, I was reminded of my efforts last March to climb from the Ballybrack side.
Driving back to Cork the next day, I was again reminded of that unsuccessful effort. The poster has been floating about the brain for the past week.
By writing this, I am nudging myself towards a commitment to go up the Ballybrack side – every little bit helps.
“I’ve climbed Gods mountains,