This is a beautiful, moderate to easy, 13 kilometres walk, on quiet roads and grassy old tracks.

To reach the start of the walk, drive to Rostrevor.  Follow the Shore Road, which becomes the Killowen Road, for about 7 kilometres, and to where it meets the Kilfeaghan Road.  Park in the handy lay-by and walk up the Kilfeaghan Road.  After 500 metres, notice a small green gate, on the left, giving access to a farmyard.  Go through the gate and the next field, to visit the spectacular Kilfeaghan Dolmen.

Marvel at this magnificent example of the dolmen builder’s art, the 35 tons capstone, the gorgeous panorama, and return to the road.

As you walk up the glen notice the field names, carved on stones at the gateways.  They are written in Irish but spelt phonetically.

Cross the ford, (AH or ÁTH), and carry on towards the old house, in ruins.  Follow the rough track, keeping right.  This will bring you to the edge of the forest, at Slievemiskan.

Enter the forest and, after 100 metres, turn left and follow the tarmac path for about 1 kilometre.  Emerge from the forest at the base of Slievemartin, a great place for lunch.

 

Climb, steeply, up Slievemartin, using the mast and the concrete hut as your guide.  On reaching the highest mast, walk towards the shorter masts and another concrete hut.  Pass these and keep walking sout-east along the broad and grassy crest.  As the ground begins to fall away, the crest narrows to give a fine path leading to Knockshee and an ancient cairn.

There are fine views of the Wicklow Mountains, the Isle of Man, Slieve Foye and Clermont Cairn, on one side, and the Mourne Mountains on the other.

On   the Mourne side, zigzag down to a track which will bring you back, turning left, to the Kilfeaghan Road.   You can retrace your steps from here .

 

 

 

This is an easy, 13 kilometres, walk along the shoreline of Strangford Lough and on tracks and paths in Castle Ward domain. Start in Strangford village and walk up the street past the Lobster Pot Restaurant. At the top of the street on the left is, the aptly named, Squeeze Gut Lane. Follow Squeeze Gut up and over the hill and then the yellow arrows down to the shore of Strangford Lough. Follow the shoreline southwards and enjoy the glorious views.

 

This will bring you back to the main road. Turn right and after 200 metres, enter the Castle Ward domain. The tarmac path will take you past interesting, pod like, holiday homes, old Castle Ward House, the Game of Thrones courtyard, the Powder House, the Sailing Club but always heading towards Audley’s Castle in the distance.

Audley’s Castle is a three-storey, 15th century, tower house but named after its 16th century owner, John Audley. It is currently enjoying a reincarnation as a star of the film series Game of Thrones. After the castle, retrace your steps along the tarmac road for about 200 metres to find the gate to the bridle path through the Castle Ward domain. At this point, you also have the choice to follow the tarmac road to visit Audley Court Tomb. The tomb is well worth a visit, the road is almost traffic free and it will eventually bring you back into the domain. On the other hand, the bridle path snakes through glorious open parkland and eventually, leads you to the stables and the main house.

 

Castle Ward is an impressive 18th century house revelling in both Gothic and Classical styles of architectural treatment, both internally and externally. It is well worth taking the tour, not only to view the interior but also to be regaled with tales of aristocratic life, back in the day. It appears that chronic boredom was the enemy of the upper crust. This was thwarted with the consumption of a huge amount of alcohol, lots of dressing up and the gentlemen charging around on horseback to impress the ladies. (Downstairs, of course, the servants had no difficulty in punching in their day). However, in the midst of this idyll and all this frivolity a shadow falls and hence the mystery.

Up until the middle of the 19th century, about 250 people lived in Audley’s Town. The 25 families were tenants on the Castle Ward estate. Both the buildings and the people had long been considered a blot on the landscape. The then lady of the manor, Lady Bangor, decided, presumably, to improve both their prospects, to put the 250 souls on a boat, the Rose, going to the United States and to tumble the cottages into romantic ruins. A record exists of the boat leaving Strangford but there is no record of it ever reaching the states or any other destination. Lady Bangor was known as ‘the Evictor’, a very autocratic lady and the scourge of the tenants on the estate. Did she have a sudden change of personality or was there something much more sinister afoot? In 2012, a BBC program and subsequent website appealed for information from any descendants of the original 250 but, to date, no response.

If you take the tour, you can walk in the footsteps of Lady Bangor through those magnificent rooms and stop at the grand windows and follow her gaze out across the very well manicured landscape, now blot free.
Having considered the darker side of the history of Castle Ward retrace your steps downhill to the lough shore and follow this or the road back to the village of Strangford.

Source: The Windy Gap and Legananny (A Walk of Five Curiosities)

I will be returning to Spain to complete the Via de Plata in March. In the meantime, here is a very interesting local walk, on a mixture of tarmac roads and old tracks. It is, roughly, 16 kilometres in length, easy and gives spectacular views of the Mournes. If you are attracted by curiosities and the flotsam and jetsam of history, then this is the walk for you.
The walk starts at the 4,500 year old Legananny Dolmen, a superb example of the dolmen builder’s art and the first curiosity. To find the dolmen, drive to Dromara, then onward through Finnis. Take the first road on the left, as you leave Finnis. It is clearly signposted from there.
From the dolmen, walk back down to the Legananny Road and turn right. Follow the tarmac road for about a kilometre and then turn left along a grassy track signposted as Public Footpath. This track revels in the name of Windy Gap Pad Footpath. Keep to the right and climb uphill at first. When you reach the tarmac road, turn to the left and walk up to Windy Gap car park, from here you can enjoy stunning views of the Mountains of Mourne.
Follow the road downhill from the Windy Gap, in the direction of Leitrim. Pass the Benraw Orange Hall and turn right along Lighthouse Road. Carry on up the hill and you will see a sign on the right for Moat Pad Footpath. Follow the pad, going left, right and left again. After 200 metres the pad divides. Go through the gate on the right and climb up Carney Hill. The grassy pad eventually descends through a farmyard (very friendly people) and back unto a tarmac road. You are now in the town land of Deehommed or Dechomet (from Irish Deas Coimeád, meaning “good observation”). Look out for Red Kites in this area.
In the fields, directly opposite, is the second curiosity, two substantial and virtually intact raths. They are early Christian in origin, built by hand and would originally have contained a round house and possible a souterrain. After inspecting the raths (they are both worth a look) go back to the tarmac road and go straight ahead, for another 200 metres, into the village of Dechomet (Lowtown). Walk straight through the village to find the third and fourth of the curiosities.

On the far side of the village, you will notice a tall redbrick chimney, standing alone in a field, the next of the curiosities. It seems likely, that it is the remains of a linen or flax mill, never completed. However, local opinion is divided as to the origins of this strange erection. It remains an enigma on the landscape.

Directly behind it, is something even more bizarre. There is an ancient circular graveyard, with the majority of the grave stones arranged in a semicircle. Apparently, many years ago, the graveyard had to be moved, possibly to allow for the construction of the flax mill. The grave stones were lifted, with no record made of their original location. Plans for the mill failed. The stones could not be returned to their original location or owners and they had to be placed where you see them now. This is a unique but perfect place for lunch.
After the graveyard, return to Dechomet (Lowtown) and take the Ballymackilreiny Road, now on your right. Follow this to the t-junction with Millvale Road and turn left. After a few metres you will see a signpost for Adder’s Loanin Footpath. This will take you back full circle to Lighthouse Road. Retrace your steps along Lighthouse Road and then follow the signs for the dolmen along Legananny Hall Road which, interestingly enough, has an Orange Hall at each end.

The last, but certainly not least, curiosity, is the souterrain at Binder’s Cove. Drive back towards Finnis and you will see Finnis Souterrain clearly signposted. This is another remarkable structure and well worth a visit.
This is a relatively unknown and unexplored part of the Mountains of Mourne. It is dripping with history, full of interesting sites, wonderful views and perhaps, best of all, friendly people who are more than happy to stop and pass the time of day.

From Torremejía to Mérida is a straight run of 15 kilometres, along the road at first, but then on old gravel tracks to reach Mérida at the Roman bridge.

Mérida was a party town for the Romans and also a place to retire.  It is full of impressive remains, including the bridge, the circus, the amphitheatre and much more – well worh a visit.



In the midst of all this magnificence, I was staying at the Albergue Municipal.  It is basic, but has everything you need.   It is based in a big old monastery,  which spans part of the river. To find it, simply turn left after you cross the Roman bridge, as you enter the town.

On the recommendation of the hospitalario, I ate at Casa Nano, family run and excellent food and value.

As I am writing this, a kingfisher landed on a branch, just at my windowsill.  He must use this as his fishing platform.  I have never seen one of these gorgeous little birds so close before.  He stayed for a few seconds and then, dived like a flash into the river, for his next catch.  I am going to think of him as a lucky omen for the rest of the journey and the exhibition.

Mérida is the last stop on the first part of the journey.  I will complete the rest of the walk early next year.  I am meeting Gary tomorrow, and we will drive back to Seville and then down to Cadiz.  However, I will continue writing the blog and posting images, especially if I come across anything Tartessian.

 

The walk from Villafranca to Torremejía was a long and dusty 29 kilometres but under glorious blue skies.  Those of the fair skin take care, there is no shade and there are no villages in between, carrying food water is essential.

Torremejía has a touch of the wild west about it.  The main street is very broad, with a real jumble of architecture and the side streets shoot off at right angles, through long lines of anonymous white houses. However, everyone is very friendly and ready to help, if needed. It is a hard-working farming community.

When I arrived, it was Friday night and all were  out to have a good time – with the best  wine at 70 cents a glass who could blame them.  They yelled at each other up and down the bars, in ,what to me, was totally unintelligible Spanish and the caic was mighty.  However, don’t let them fool you, these people have great respect for peregrinos. They were really impressed to hear that I had come all the way from Ireland or, as they knew it, the land of constant drizzle.

I stayed in the Albergue Turístico Municipal.  This is one of the government run hostals, some are good and some are very basic.  However, they all have bunk beds, hot showers, laundry, cooking facilities, and Wi-Fi and they are not expensive, perfect for the pilgrim on a budget.  This one is a beautiful and ancient building beside the Catholic church, at the end of town.  It costs €10 to stay for a night and €8 for a meal in the impressive dining room.

As I said, it is across the way from equally ancient Catholic church.  I noticed a lot of people going to evening mass.  Nowadays in Spain, this is far from the norm.  There is usually a gaggle of six to eight old ladies who spread themselves about, cat fashion, to give a clever impression of fullness.  Tonight was a different story.  It was a funeral mass and respects had to be paid.  At the end of mass, the bereaved family sat in front of the altar and everyone filed past.  They seemed surprised to see me, maybe not expecting people to travel so far.  However, I bowed ( as is the custom), they nodded ( as is the custom), and we all moved on with our lives.  A touching and charming way to offer condolencees and I  would expect nothing less from these sincere and genuine people.

 

 

 

 

I reached Villafranca about 3 and stopped at the first albergue on the old road coming into town – Albergue Turístico,  Las Caballeras,  €13 including a grandstand breakfast.  It opened in August this year and is very neat and clean with kitchen,  laundry,  lounge,  hot showers and hitec bunk beds.  The hospitalaria is called Rosaria and is very thoughtful and caring.   She lives in the house below with her son. Philippe (a policeman) and her grandson.

I had the place to myself for a while but then, a footsore Brazilian called Julian arrived.  Later, the family called up for a visit.  Rosaria told us the sad story of how her young husband had died of AIDS contracted during a blood transfusion in La Paz Hospital,  Madrid, in the 1980’s.  However,  her son Philippe was fit and well and ran the Camino with a team-the local sport.   His son, also Philippe,  was celebrating his eigth birthday and looked up briefly from his presents to acknowledge our congratulations (¡felicidades!).  He is a member of the junior running team.

After they left, I introduced Julian to John Ross’s fine bottle of red – they were happy to meet. We then started to put the world to rights.  Brazil, it turns out.  is a very dangerous country where you can get shot outside your front door for your  small change.  The government has little intention and less ability to stop the destruction of the rain forest and turns a blind eye to global warming.  Her in Extremadura, we should be the rainy season, getting ready for planting in the spring.   Instead, it is hot and dry with the soil turning to dust.   It makes Ireland look like a green and pleasant land.

 

 

It’s a fine thing to step out on a Friday morning in December with 29 kilometres of Roman road stretching in front of you and nothing to do all day but walk it and enjoy it.  At first the usual jumble of thoughts rattle around in your head.  However,  after a while, it becomes a mindful experience and you just listen to each footstep crunching on the gravel and you start to enjoy life moment by moment.

There is not only one Roman road but a whole series of them, all well used by the local farmers.  It’s as if the Romans never left.

 



I left Puebla de Sancho Pérez about 8.30 after an excellent night in the hostal El Monte.  I had intended to head for Zafra, but there was an alternative route which took me to a beautiful village called Los Santos de Maimona.

 

In the middle of the village, I met an English man called John Ross. John is a very sprightly 75 year old,  looking no where near his age.  He has lived in Los Santos for 25 years, with his Spanish wife and two sons.  He invited me back for coffee and biscuits and showed me around his wonderful  home.

John is known locally as the “Last Caballero “, because of his impeccable manners and winning smile.   Before leaving,  John insisted on cramping a bottle of wine into my rucksack,  on the understanding that it was a ‘good one’.  Well John, if you are reading this,  thank you again for your hospitality and, rest assured,  it was a ‘good one ‘

John then walked some distance with me along the Camino and we discussed local and national politics.  However,  more of politics later.  The elections are on Sunday and it’s getting heavy!  Someone punched the president last night but he is so slippery,  everyone thinks it was staged for television.

I reached Villafranca de Los Barros about 3.  I stopped at the first hostal on the old road as you come into town – Hostal de Las Caballeras €10.  This is an excellent place with a very friendly hospitalaria.

Tomorrow 25 kilometres along a Roman road.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fuente de Cantos is a typical pueblo of Extremadura but, I can’t stress enough the pleasures of staying in hostal El Zaguán de la Plata.  It is a wonderful big house with great rooms, patios,  gardens,  and outhouses which go on forever -a steal at €15 including breakfast.

The hospitalario,  Antonio, is a mine of information.  We fell  to talking about local history with Massimo who,  being Italian, thought that the Romans were the bees’ knees. Then, Antonio, to my amazement,  mentioned the Tartessians, as a very significant people in the pre-roman history of Extremadura. He pointed out the, thought to be, location of Tartessos on a map ( near Cadiz).  He casually mentioned, that there are three villages, in the very remote mountains of Extremadura,  near the Portuguese border,  where, they speak a strange language, thought to be related to ancient Tartessian.

Each village,  has it’s own dialect, each one, unintelligible to the other. ¡Gracias Antonio! The game is a foot!  This is pure Myles na gCopaleen, but if you feel like a big hike, the villages are called San Martin de Treveio, Eljas. and Valverde del Fresco.  They are all available on Google maps but not on Google translate.

Today, I reached Puebla de Sancho Pérez, after a beautiful 20 kilometre walk through open countryside on,  traffic free,  old roads.