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You may recall yesterday’s competition to win a copy of Oileáin, the guide to the islands of Ireland by David Walsh.

We asked You: What is Ireland’s least hospitable island”

Author and kayaker David writes:

“Some great answers and everyone missed the one I’d have given it for, namely The Bull off the end of Dursey Island in west Cork. Nobody has ever gone there and come back without a thousand yard stare for days afterwards.

Given the stated criteria, “Ireland’s least hospitable Island [in terms of access, landing, etc]?”. I discounted several types of entries. First, islands allegedly made inhospitable by human effort – Ireland (though ‘Dangerfield’ tempted me), Saltees, Lambay, Spike, Garinish etc. Second, islands where an absence of tidal movement means landing can be handy enough on the odd calm day – High, Diarmuid and Grainne’s, Bills, Skellig Michael, Lemon etc.

Third I discounted big yokes or little yokes where the problem was climbing upwards or making progress once landed Dún Briste, Tormore, Skellig Little, as well as some of the category two ones as well. Last, some of the islands were actually easily landed, including the thing on the cover of the book [above], which is the Branan Mor, immediately below the viewing platform on the Cliffs of Moher. For some reason it is always or nearly always calm just at a certain spot, and it is often used for a lunchstop by kayakers going between Doolin and Lahinch, despite you could throw a stone at the surfers on Aileens from there.

Umfin, Oyster, Keeraghs, and even Duvillaun Mor (try harder guys, it’s handy enough at the northeast under the “house”) are actually easily landed.

The remaining candidates are Tuskar (Schweddy), Fastnet (Talismania) and Rockall (Skibum was first). Tuskar is in for much the same reason as Dursey Bull, you get one shot at the title only, because of the tides (out with the ebb and home with the flood), so experienced hands only need apply.

Fastnet has defeated so many kayakers of my acquaintance, simply because of what it is and where (shallow immediately off, deep everywhere else), and certainly my group couldn’t go ashore except one at a time, the other guy minding the boats 30 metres off, while everything for miles around was like a mirror.

And Rockall needs no explanation. It was nearly knocked off its perch by Hasslewood Rock, landed that I know of once and once only, and by an Irish guy at that, but it wasn’t treated in the book separately as an island.

It’s a pity someone has to be pipped at the post but sorry Skibum. The solicitor in me goes with the constutional bit. Rockall isn’t in Ireland’s undisputed jurisdiction. It suits the Irish government to disown it ! So I am going with Fastnet (Talismania) and Tuskar (Schweddy).”

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Yesterday: Take Me To The Islands

World Down Syndrome Day 21st March

The first-class pupils of Terenure Presentation Primary School in Dublin line out with their classmates Hazel Packenham (at the end of the figure ‘2’) and Elena Doyle (end of the figure ‘1’) to help celebrate World Down Syndrome Day today.

World Down Syndrome Day is celebrated on the 21st day of the 3rd month each year to signify the uniqueness of the triplication of the 21st chromosome which causes Down Syndrome.

Pic: Barbara McCarthy

Thanks Edel

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Journalist Justine McCarthy’s address to the Trailblazery ‘We Need To Talk About Ireland’ conference in the Round Room of The Mansion House, Dublin last weekend..

“It’s very hard to know how great we can possibly be unless we know how great we have been.

The first Irish people, Muintir Na hEireann, came here thousands of years ago from Africa. They were followed by The Celts, The Vikings and the English Planters. The inspiring Irish who send shivers down my spine are the farmers who tilled the Neolithic Ceide Fields in Mayo and the architects who built Newgrange ever before the Egyptians thought of building pyramids.

The momentum of 9,000 years a-growing ultimately exploded here in this haunting Round Room of Dublin’s Mansion House with the gathering of the first Dail Eireann.

On January 21st 1919, 29 revolutionary men and women met here and declared Ireland independent. They did it in 3 languages – Irish, English and French. The picture behind me is of that first Dail when they spoke these words…

“We solemnly declare foreign government in Ireland to be an invasion of our national right which we will never tolerate, and we demand the evacuation of our country by the English garrison”.

Less than three years later, 26 of Ireland’s 32 counties won self-determination under the Anglo Irish Treaty.

Today as we approach the centenary of the first Dail, it’s clear that somewhere along the way Ireland swapped one garrison for another, except this time the colonists came from amongst ourselves.

They were a political and business class who behaved as if they owned Ireland, carving it up between them for their own enrichment. They paid mere lip service to the Republic’s ideals of equality and fraternity. Where our forefathers had envisioned fairness, they fostered golden circles and feather-bedded cronyism.

Their rampage culminating in the surrender of Ireland’s economic sovereignty in November 2010.

As we staggered through the smoking ruins, the Catholic Church that had so dominated independent Ireland, was itself too crushed to help lead us through it. Revelations of how the Church had sheltered child-raping priests had rendered it, at best, morally neutered.

From the start, gombeen mé-feiners conspired with the Church to keep women in their place. The State’s founding fathers banished to Purdah the same women they had fought alongside for liberty. The total betrayal of our ancestors who gave their lives for our freedom bent us to near breaking point. But we did not break.

Our strength is each other, both on this island and everywhere else.

The Irish have long been wandering this earth. From our Atlantic-lashed little island, Irish missionaries, soldiers and humanitarian workers have travelled unimaginable journeys to spread goodness.

Their willingness to travel to the ends of the earth is a great legacy of our ancestors, so that today far away Australia has the highest per capita Irish descended population in the world.
And Bono can proclaim, with only a modicum of rock-star hyperbole, that the United States of America is actually an Irish colony.

It’s been a two-way street.

Once upon a time, a man called Mahatma Gandhi took inspiration from the peaceful protests of Michael Davitt’s Land League to win independence for his own India.

Nelson Mandela, who was conferred with the freedom of Dublin in this very Mansion House, took solace during his long imprisonment from the Dunnes Stores strike.

Daniel O’Connell’s struggle for Catholic emancipation impelled Frederick Douglass onward in his fight against American slavery. In turn, Douglass inspired Barack Obama – whose people hailed from Moneygall in the middle of Ireland – to become America’s first black President.

What goes around comes around, as they say. The world will not stop spinning on its axis and the Irish people will go on spinning with it, wherever we are on earth. From catastrophe… spring new beginnings. Perhaps now, at last… a terrible beauty really can be born.”

FIGHT!

Yesterday: “ireland Is An Addict”

Full Trailblaze show here

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