I slipped coming down donard, couldn't drive home that day, slept in a boiling caravan with 5 people and 3 dogs then went home and played softball. . .this is my catching hand
It all started so promisingly, the gentlest of breezes were sisupicous anonymous with the freshly rising Sun bringing life to the mountains while gently kissing the clouds with an endearing red glow......how quickly things can change!
10mins later the clouds came rolling it, 70mph gusts of the most savagely violent wind with horrendous visibility of less than 50m quickly turned a lovely day into a very difficult mental exercise of trying to tell one group of rock from another whilst walking amongst the clouds
Mourne Young Poet of the Year **** KATIE TRAIL **** Mourne and Me
Mounds of granite, black as onyx, scatter the land.
Hidden, In sea of emerald down.
White specks dot this foliage.
Night don gowns of sheer black chiffon.
Only having the shining stars, to lead our way.
Mountains weep a multitude of Adam’s ale.
Man-Made walls hold back the storm.
My home and heart will forever belong to Mourne.