The Lunajack walk

So Lunajack is not one of those villages with a crazy name, no it's a way of walking. A style that owes a lot to two of this family's favourite film characters. And my son and I were doing lots of lunajack walking today as we stepped and stumbled, swayed and slid over the rocks around the headland at Rush in North County Dublin, where I brought him to do a little gentle home educating. Except it was quite strenuous, as my calves could tell you. The reason for the rock scramble was that we spotted a Martello tower and my son wanted to visit it. But we couldn't find an entrance from the road, so we decided to try and gain access from the beach.


As we walked, the beach turned to rock and our path grew challenging.
I dug deep and managed to bring forth nuggets of information about the carpet of shells and the striking rock formations that barred our way. As well as the flowers. And I thought I'd forgotten it all!



We were still trying to storm the Martello Tower, but each time I tried to scale the bluff I was beaten back by avalanches of shale and hordes of unfriendly nettles. It seemed impregnable.  We did catch a glimpse of it at one point, but the view out to sea was much more inspiring.


So we kept on going, round a final corner and spied the north beach on the other side of the peninsula. There was a frisson of pride: I'd begun the walk with no idea if it was even possible to get all the way round on foot. We met no-one else along the way.

Home then and back to reality. It's stress central here right now, with exams looming ever closer for my eldest and youngest, and short fuses and lack of understanding on all sides. That's why my son and I leaving the house was the best option for all three of us.

Yesterday I felt so bad that I took the day off. By which I mean that I still did all the usual things, but played with my blog in between, instead of tackling the "to do" list. And added in a run too, but then that counts as part of my plan to live forever so that my daughter never has to go into residential care.

Today the temperature rose as soon as we got back. It was my job to find things to keep the teenager busy - including making yet more Brownies, since that works on lots of levels - until it was time for him to get his consoles back. But then my Smiley girl came in from school, radiating happiness and joy, and all was well in our world again. At least for a little while.



6 comments:

  1. susan (Eastendmom)May 12, 2015 at 9:17 PM

    This was a bit of education for me as well. I'd not heard of Martello towers & had to google. Your pictures look lovely.

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    1. I must put a link up to them! Glad you enjoyed the post x

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  2. Sounds like a fairly lovely kind of day! You are blessed to be close to a beach. Never heard of the Lunajack walk, learning as much as my kids daily!!

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    1. Lunajack was made up during that very walk!!

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  3. i had to look up martello towers. And though I did geography A level so I remember a bit about rock formations, I have no idea about flora and fawna. Good for you, I'd be hopeless as a fields trip educator.

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