Leaving Cork City in the rain it was possible to be downcast. On the other hand with the schools just reopened after a poor summer, there was always reason to hope! Cork Co. Council seemed intent on making the road to Knockadoon a mystery. The maze started just north of the Tunnel and even those who made it to Ladysbridge needed inspiration to turn left for Baile Mhic Coda and Knockadoon. While distracted to follow the correct route, a peep at the sky found it ever brighter the further east we travelled.
Full marks to RTAI, who in their wisdom and foresight opened a consulate/embassy at our destination. On getting there the prominent letters “RTAI” offered reassurance and a promise of hospitality. No doubt the plastic lettering will soon be replaced by a proper polished brass plate. With a semi-permanent resident, Mary Cahill, there to welcome us, tea, coffee, homemade scones etc fortified us for the walk ahead. We headed for the beach and directly across the bay we could see a becalmed Youghal. Recent horrors there seemed unbelievable, We picked our way along the foreshore and beach. The 32 who walked, some newly retired, expressed the joy of new-found freedom. Kay McEnery and Derry Keogh led the way and diplomatic, Dick Waide, shepherded from the back. From Derry we heard the rare Fenian success in capturing Knockadoon Coast Guard Station, of local resistance to oppressive English rule and the heroic lives of Father O’Neill and Peter O’Neill Crowley and others. The need to concentrate on where to put one’s foot for the next step meant that other worries large and small were banished for the duration.
As we began our swing back to base, it came as a shock when four of our members (let them blush- I will not name them!) passed us in a CAR! The somewhat “royal” wave to us, made us feel like peasants. It was suggested that the “Gang of Four’s” behaviour should be brought up at Committee! It was felt a court-martial was not warranted- at this stage!!!!
After a breather and quick peep at Glenwilling Strand, we climbed for the final furlongs, a headland elevated walk with sea views to refresh the soul. We came to the Napoleonic era watch tower and the modest concrete one of World War Two vintage. Then, unconsciously perhaps, we picked up speed as we descended to Knockadoon Pier. For some “The Lobster Pot”, a very “high end” meals-on-wheels, was their destination. The majority accelerated up the hill to the RTAI sign where the best of chat, soup, brown bread, scones, cakes etc. etc. awaited. Sitting at the large square table tucking into the above goodies we hoped that Mary Cahill, our hostess, savoured all the praise and thanks that were directed at her. It was well deserved.
Seán O Callanáin
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