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Our ramble today was once upon a time the saddest journey, and thousands who walked it are remembered at this little bridge. It is called ‘Droichead na Deora’ or the Bridge of Tears, and it marks the point where family and friends of emigrants going to Derry to board a boat would say their goodbyes. Even still, it’s a lonely road, a grim Muckish Mountain frowning down on the twisty passage that cuts from Weet Donegal towards the North coast. It is squelchy bog and bog cotton, skittish grey stone and grey sky. Just beyond the bridge, the statue of Mary adds to the aura of melancholy, and there is no doubt that for many who left, it was their last goodbye to mothers, fathers and families. The stone beside the bridge explains its significance in Irish, which is fitting, it is a language still spoken here, and a reminder of the tragedy of emigration.
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Today’s ramble is along the Ballymanus (Baile Mhánais) coast, in the Rosses. Despite the grey skies, the water is a brilliant turquoise, and the wildflowers are competing with the dúirlins ( pebbles) for colour and variety. What is always impressive about the Donegal coastline is the number of scenic little coves and inlets that are as empty as they are beautiful- you’lll meet the odd dog walker or local, but for the most part, you’ll have the place to yourself. It’s probably the ever reliable rain and wind that keep these beaches bare, but we will take it over anywhere else!
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Rambles in the Northwest -Niamh Hamill & companions Robinson (Labrador) and Higgins (Hound) ramble around Donegal and the surrounding counties Archives
January 2025
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