Into The West, Leenane, Co Galway 5th - 7th September 2025

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First, an admission (or maybe it’s the confession of the sin of omission) before this jaunt, I never ridden a motorcycle in Ireland and never beyond once, visited the west coast of Ireland or indeed much beyond Dublin. I had though heard great things about the ‘Irish Gathering’ at Leenane, so along with ChasMill, off I went.

Day one - London to Gloucestershire

Our ferry to Ireland departed from Fishguard, which is a reasonable schlep from London, so Charlie and I agreed we’d break the journey up by overnighting on the way at the Kilcot Inn:

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Day two Gloucestershire to Fishguard

Going direct, even on the main roads, it’s a reasonably pleasant run to the ferry, passing by the towns and villages of the great names of Welsh rugby.

The ferry port of Fishguard is small and, I must say, a good experience. Everyone from the chap on the check-in gate, through to the very helpful crew who tie the bikes down was pleasant and helpful.

In front of us in the queue was a party of Dutch motorcyclists and their one Belgian mate, who were very interested in my Himalayan 450. This interest was a common theme across the weekend:

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Also waiting for us in the queue was fellow UKGSer Tosser, Simon (simondippenhall) who’d be our guide across Ireland to Leenane. Being rufty-tufty bikers, we naturally headed straight for the very good lounge for the crossing to Rosslare. Previous to this, I had never been much beyond Ross on Wye (and there only once) whilst Rosslare was unknown to me entirely. Thankfully, Simon had bought a map; this was good as (along with all my T-shirts) I’d forgotten mine, two more sins of omission, which are now totting up:

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It’s another decent schlep from Rosslare across to Leenane, meaning that we broke our journey up, overnighting in the town of Ballinaboola, at the Horse & Hound hotel. If you’d asked me a week ago where Ballinaboola was, I’d have looked at you blankly, guessing (if pushed) that it might be an Aboriginal township in the Australian Outback.

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Day three Ballinaboola to Leenane

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It’s only when I look at even the crude Google map of Ireland, that I realise that, whilst I recognise the names, I have no clue where places are. To my eternal shame, I didn’t even realise Galway was a major city. I certsinly had no real idea where it was situated, much beyond a vague circling of my finger around the middle to bottom of Ireland. That’s even before I got into the local spelling of places, versus the Anglicised versions. On the latter, on my several visits to Dublin I have always been surprised at the number of street names that still reflect a time when England embraced the whole of Ireland. Most streets are renamed following the end of an ‘occupation’ (and statues are toppled) but these live on. Nice in a way that parts of our joint history (for good and bad) can be shared still today, I hope. When I’ve done reading about Germany, I’m going to find myself a book or two about ‘Ireland’s history’ to try to better understand what we certainly didn’t learn about at school, other than the Easter Rising and a little bit about the Great Famine.

To be continued…..
 
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Co-incidentally I stayed at the Horse & Hound in July whilst Photo Rallying and found it to be very acceptable.
 
I meant to ask about the Photo Rally, as it seems to be a good way to see things. Maybe something after I have worn out the roads of Germany.

I’ll start a separate thread on it, to hopefully learn some more.

 
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Day three Ballinaboola to Leenane

Continued….

Simon played the role of ‘Tour dad’ today, suggesting that we start our cross country journey to Leenane, by visiting the ‘Dunbrody Famine Ship’ museum at New Ross. It was a great suggestion and an interesting look into the life of often desperate souls, driven across the Atlantic to escape the famine and an empty life at home.

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Our visit to the Dunbrody over, we set off, pausing only near Ballickmoyler, where a distant (in the sense of ‘great… great…. And possibly another great….’ uncle (I think it was) grew up and lived:

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Our nod to the past over, it was on to Mountrath for lunch. Riding into the town, there was quite a large police presence on the crossroads junction. My immediate thought was that there’d been some sort of vehicle accident. I was wrong. We parked up Simon asking some very helpful locals whether there was a cafe in the town, which they directed him to, roughly back towards the policemen. Whilst this was going on, I experienced a ‘Very Irish moment’.

A gentleman wandered up to me to ask if the Royal Enfield motorcycle was mine? I said it was. He then said, “I’ll be back to talk to you in a minute…”. In the meantime, Simon and Charlie had turned around and ridden back into the town, vanishing from sight. The fellow, having collected a box of marvelling flags, came back and started to talk….. and talk…. and talk….. That makes it sound like I thought him rude. Quite the reverse. It was charmingly Irish.

The fellow explained that there was a large ladies’ bicycle race going on:

Rás na mBan:

  • What it is: The premier women's international stage race in Ireland.
  • 2025 Event: Stage 3 of the 2025 Rás na mBan concluded in Mountrath on September 5, 2025.
  • Highlights:Gabrielle Fox achieved a podium finish and took the Best Irish Rider Jersey on Stage 3.
These events highlight Mountrath's significant role in Irish cycling, attracting top talent and showcasing the local community's support for the sport.


The chap went on to then tell me, that he too was a keen cyclist and a part of the local organisation. This took about five minutes. There was then a sudden complete change of subject, as he got to the point of why he’d said he’d come back to talk to me. He was interested in the Royal Enfield, as he was thinking about buying one. A further five or more munutes went by. Eventually, he paused for breath. This gave me an opportunity to ask him if he’d any idea where my two companions might have gone, they having ridden out of sight long ago. The chap started laughing, of course he did and with a “You’ll be wanting to get on yourself”. He told me that it was back to the crossroads, turn left and you’ll see ‘Gabriel’s Kitchen’ which I think he referred to as an ‘Eating house’. With that he was off with a cheery wave.

I circled around and fair enough, there was Charle and Simon, just about to go in. From the outside it didn’t look very much, but inside all was good and pretty busy. A good recommendation by the locals and worth a stop if anyone is in the town:

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It’s near enough as close to the middle of Ireland as you can get:

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Lunch over, we were on our way again, accompanied by a wave from my new found friend, who was back at the crossroads.

To be continued……
 
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Reminds me of the old joke about the tourist who stops his car and asks a local for directions to Turriff in Aberdeenshire. The local spends several minutes telling the tourist, in broad Doric, about two possible routes. At the end of the long discourse, the tourist asks ... "And is there a difference between those two routes?"

"Nae tae me laddie!"
 
Reminds me of the old joke about the tourist who stops his car and asks a local for directions to Turriff in Aberdeenshire. The local spends several minutes telling the tourist, in broad Doric, about two possible routes. At the end of the long discourse, the tourist asks ... "And is there a difference between those two routes?"

"Nae tae me laddie!"

It’s rather like the probably apocryphal tale of the tourist in Ireland asking directions to Dublin. The answer from the local was: “I’d not be starting from here….”
 
Day three Ballinaboola to Leenane

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Off we trundled, lead by Simon, heading vaguely west north west.

A coffee stop (actually a pint of Guinness Zero) was had at the wonderfully named, Cong, where we bumped into two more Tossers en route:

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In came the local priest, so refreshed and dewatered, off we went again.

Our last and final stop before Leenane, was overlooking Lough Corrib:

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And then we were there, the eponymous Leenane (or Leenaun) Hotel:

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It’s not a bad view out of our hotel room:

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Looks like a great trip and don’t forget there are more Irish living abroad than live in the republic

Emigrating is the norm there and out of my OH’s 6 siblings - only 2 live in Ireland (Dublin and Co Sligo) the other 4 live in England or USA
 
When I’ve done reading about Germany, I’m going to find myself a book or two about ‘Ireland’s history’ to try to better understand what we certainly didn’t learn about at school, other than the Easter Rising and a little bit about the Great Famine.

I think I have found the book to read, not least as it’s been updated reasonably regularly:

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Interesting (or not) we passed by some small houses which had geese or ducks in the garden. In a very basic sense, parts haven’t changed too much. That is not meant to sound condescending or belittle rural Ireland; instead it’s meant to celebrate something really rather nice.
 
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Day three Ballinaboola to Leenane

Continued….

Off we trundled, lead by Simon, heading vaguely west north west.

A coffee stop (actually a pint of Guinness Zero) was had at the wonderfully named, Cong, where we bumped into two more Tossers en route:

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In came the local priest, so refreshed and dewatered, off we went again.

Our last and final stop before Leenane, was overlooking Lough Corrib:

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And then we were there, the eponymous Leenane (or Leenaun) Hotel:

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It’s not a bad view out of our hotel room:

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Lol, I see you bumped into Gerry and Fintan in Cong, and Charlie keeping a safe distance at the end of the bar! (y)Would gave loved to been a fly on the wall for that meeting - I hope babel fish were handed out to all in attendance! :ROFLMAO:
 
.....The chap started laughing, of course he did and with a “You’ll be wanting to get on yourself”......

An example of how the Irish language & the order of words influences patterns of speech in English. To be sure to be sure.
 
Looks like a great trip and don’t forget there are more Irish living abroad than live in the republic

Emigrating is the norm there and out of my OH’s 6 siblings - only 2 live in Ireland (Dublin and Co Sligo) the other 4 live in England or USA

There was an interesting comment made during my visit, that the Irish have never invaded anyone. Of course, that is not entirely true. But theirs has been a peaceful invasion, spanning the globe.
 
Day three Ballinaboola to Leenane

Continued….

Simon played the role of ‘Tour dad’ today, suggesting that we start our cross country journey to Leenane, by visiting the ‘Dunbrody Famine Ship’ museum at New Ross. It was a great suggestion and an interesting look into the life of often desperate souls, driven across the Atlantic to escape the famine and an empty life at home.

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Our visit to the Dunbrody over, we set off, pausing only near Ballickmoyler, where a distant (in the sense of ‘great… great…. And possibly another great….’ uncle (I think it was) grew up and lived:

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Our nod to the past over, it was on to Mountrath for lunch. Riding into the town, there was quite a large police presence on the crossroads junction. My immediate thought was that there’d been some sort of vehicle accident. I was wrong. We parked up Simon asking some very helpful locals whether there was a cafe in the town, which they directed him to, roughly back towards the policemen. Whilst this was going on, I experienced a ‘Very Irish moment’.

A gentleman wandered up to me to ask if the Royal Enfield motorcycle was mine? I said it was. He then said, “I’ll be back to talk to you in a minute…”. In the meantime, Simon and Charlie had turned around and ridden back into the town, vanishing from sight. The fellow, having collected a box of marvelling flags, came back and started to talk….. and talk…. and talk….. That makes it sound like I thought him rude. Quite the reverse. It was charmingly Irish.

The fellow explained that there was a large ladies’ bicycle race going on:

Rás na mBan:

  • What it is: The premier women's international stage race in Ireland.
  • 2025 Event: Stage 3 of the 2025 Rás na mBan concluded in Mountrath on September 5, 2025.
  • Highlights:Gabrielle Fox achieved a podium finish and took the Best Irish Rider Jersey on Stage 3.
These events highlight Mountrath's significant role in Irish cycling, attracting top talent and showcasing the local community's support for the sport.


The chap went on to then tell me, that he too was a keen cyclist and a part of the local organisation. This took about five minutes. There was then a sudden complete change of subject, as he got to the point of why he’d said he’d come back to talk to me. He was interested in the Royal Enfield, as he was thinking about buying one. A further five or more munutes went by. Eventually, he paused for breath. This gave me an opportunity to ask him if he’d any idea where my two companions might have gone, they having ridden out of sight long ago. The chap started laughing, of course he did and with a “You’ll be wanting to get on yourself”. He told me that it was back to the crossroads, turn left and you’ll see ‘Gabriel’s Kitchen’ which I think he referred to as an ‘Eating house’. With that he was off with a cheery wave.

I circled around and fair enough, there was Charle and Simon, just about to go in. From the outside it didn’t look very much, but inside all was good and pretty busy. A good recommendation by the locals and worth a stop if anyone is in the town:

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It’s near enough as close to the middle of Ireland as you can get:

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Lunch over, we were on our way again, accompanied by a wave from my new found friend, who was back at the crossroads.

To be continued……
Was it a large bicycle race or a bicycle race for large ladies that was holding up the traffic? :)
 
Lol, I see you bumped into Gerry and Fintan in Cong, and Charlie keeping a safe distance at the end of the bar! (y)Would gave loved to been a fly on the wall for that meeting - I hope babel fish were handed out to all in attendance! :ROFLMAO:
Also.....can we have a round of applause for the quality of the bar staff in that little establishment 👏 👏 👏 👏


(they have no idea how close they came to being abducted.... SEAN 😂😂
 


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