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Suddenly, those seemingly endless wooden steps – we
And the mist on this damp Stephen’s Day? Well, it just seemed to add
Man, it was almost spiritual. Only better. By the time the deer came trudging over the hill, with ne’er a bother on them upon spotting some sweaty Irish heads, well, the sheer beauty of it
It was certainly one way to walk off that big Christmas feed. We did the whole Lord Of The Rings trilogy, and The Hobbit travesty tilogy, heading right over to the mouth of the
The words ‘Holy’ agus ‘Moly’ spring to mind when 
you reach the top of that Glendalough climb.
Suddenly, those seemingly endless wooden steps – we 
really need to christen those buggers Mount Escher – are all worth it, as that great big smile of a view kicks in.
And the mist on this damp Stephen’s Day? Well, it just seemed to add 
to the mystic.
Like an Enya video. Without that really insipid, soul-sucking elevator music.
Man, it was almost spiritual. Only better. By the time the deer came trudging over the hill, with ne’er a bother on them upon spotting some sweaty Irish heads, well, the sheer beauty of it 
all makes you feel like levitating.
It was certainly one way to walk off that big Christmas feed. We did the whole Lord Of The Rings trilogy, and The Hobbit travesty tilogy, heading right over to the mouth of the 
waterfall and back around the other side of the lakes.
If you’re feeling a little lost, and a little heavy, we’d recommend this grand day out. Just bring good boots. And a canoe.
One of the small wooden bridges couldn’t take the constant rain, and just went with the flow. Literally.
