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  • Belshade, Land of Heart’s Desire

    (by John Duignan, May 2011)
    An atmospheric weekend climbing at Lough Belshade, Co. Donegal.


    In equal measure we are drawn here by Dawson Stelfox (the route names: Classical Revival, Land of Heart’s Desire …), Hugh Sharkey ("the best granite in Ireland") and Gerry Moss ("the rock is so good you can just walk up the VD approach with your hands in your pockets").

    All week the weather forecasts were dire. Only consolation was that Donegal may not be the wettest part of Ireland for the weekend. Windscreen wipers on full, Friday saw Hugh (Reynolds) and myself heading up the road.

    Treated ourselves to a hostel (Linda’s Independent Hostel, Donegal Town at 16 euro a head was excellent) on Friday night. The walk-in to Lough Belshade in the Bluestack Mountains of South Donegal is 1.5 hours guidebook time. Doing a recce Friday evening, the notice banning walkers on the approach track spelled trouble.

    We lugged in our climbing and camping gear over a boggy alternative – double the time and hard on the knees. However it was beautiful terrain too – fields of bluebells, rhodedendrons, violets, mountain pansies and even the odd orchid to distract from the hard work.


    Belshade Buttress rises above the lake

    We pitched tent on the sandy beach below the Belshade Buttress. The setting showed off the Buttress dramatically.

    The fine granite V Diff approach

    The sixty-metre V.Diff approach pitch on the Buttress was wet and slippy as was the first of the five-pitch Byzantium, a classic VS put up by Frank Winder in the 1950s. Hugh bridged wider and wider and made an improbable dyno to get by the first few moves. Part of two pitches were vegetated but the route had fabulous granite.

    The view of our tent and the lake receding into the distance, a huge raven gliding overhead and the noise of the wind lent a very remote feeling to our surroundings. The crux pitch contained a delicate (wet) ramp with a layback runout above. It felt harder than VS. We both were struck by the courage of the first ascensionists in their big boots and minimalist protection.


    Hugh on last pitch of Byzantium, Belshade Buttress

    There is something special about camping by a lake with a good meal ahead of you. Even better when your companion has secreted away a bottle of wine!

    We woke early on Sunday to the sound of rain beating on the tent. Donegal wove its magic – by breakfast a stiff wind was blowing the rock dry. We climbed on Blaeberry Crag between the showers and really enjoyed its short routes and magnificent Belshade granite. As a shower petered out, Hugh took in Waterloo, a ** Severe that went despite wind and rain and left you wanting more.


    Hugh on Waterloo, Blaeberry Crag

    Climbing by diary in Donegal is never going to be a certainty. If it’s rain , the Donegal hills make for great hiking. The month of May with its low rainfall, low midgie yield and longer days fulfilled its promise. Donegal will call you back again and again.

  • Belshade, Land of Heart's Desire

    (by John Duignan, May 2011)
    An atmospheric weekend climbing at Lough Belshade, Co. Donegal.


    In equal measure we are drawn here by Dawson Stelfox (the route names: Classical Revival, Land of Heart’s Desire …), Hugh Sharkey ("the best granite in Ireland") and Gerry Moss ("the rock is so good you can just walk up the VD approach with your hands in your pockets").

    All week the weather forecasts were dire. Only consolation was that Donegal may not be the wettest part of Ireland for the weekend. Windscreen wipers on full, Friday saw Hugh (Reynolds) and myself heading up the road.

    Treated ourselves to a hostel (Linda’s Independent Hostel, Donegal Town at 16 euro a head was excellent) on Friday night. The walk-in to Lough Belshade in the Bluestack Mountains of South Donegal is 1.5 hours guidebook time. Doing a recce Friday evening, the notice banning walkers on the approach track spelled trouble.

    We lugged in our climbing and camping gear over a boggy alternative – double the time and hard on the knees. However it was beautiful terrain too – fields of bluebells, rhodedendrons, violets, mountain pansies and even the odd orchid to distract from the hard work.


    Belshade Buttress rises above the lake

    We pitched tent on the sandy beach below the Belshade Buttress. The setting showed off the Buttress dramatically.

    The fine granite V Diff approach

    The sixty-metre V.Diff approach pitch on the Buttress was wet and slippy as was the first of the five-pitch Byzantium, a classic VS put up by Frank Winder in the 1950s. Hugh bridged wider and wider and made an improbable dyno to get by the first few moves. Part of two pitches were vegetated but the route had fabulous granite.

    The view of our tent and the lake receding into the distance, a huge raven gliding overhead and the noise of the wind lent a very remote feeling to our surroundings. The crux pitch contained a delicate (wet) ramp with a layback runout above. It felt harder than VS. We both were struck by the courage of the first ascensionists in their big boots and minimalist protection.


    Hugh on last pitch of Byzantium, Belshade Buttress

    There is something special about camping by a lake with a good meal ahead of you. Even better when your companion has secreted away a bottle of wine!

    We woke early on Sunday to the sound of rain beating on the tent. Donegal wove its magic – by breakfast a stiff wind was blowing the rock dry. We climbed on Blaeberry Crag between the showers and really enjoyed its short routes and magnificent Belshade granite. As a shower petered out, Hugh took in Waterloo, a ** Severe that went despite wind and rain and left you wanting more.


    Hugh on Waterloo, Blaeberry Crag

    Climbing by diary in Donegal is never going to be a certainty. If it’s rain , the Donegal hills make for great hiking. The month of May with its low rainfall, low midgie yield and longer days fulfilled its promise. Donegal will call you back again and again.

  • The Realms of Chaos

    (by Iain Miller, from IMC Newsletter Autumn 2010)
    First ascents of Donegal sea stacks.


    It was 6am and I was nearly 30km from the nearest main road, 5km from the car, at the base of a 250m sea cliff and I was totally and utterly alone, no-one knew where I was or what I was doing, I had no means of contacting the world in the event of the proceedings resembling a pear, and 300m out to sea was the object of my desires. The south-westerly winds were causing the distant sea to smoke, Neptune and his legions of the damned were “in the Building”. I was standing on a small outcrop 6 metres above UBER white water violence, a Lidl dingy mattressed in front of me, a dry bag full of toys clove-hitched to my left wrist and the beast on my right, a 60m half and a 60m single alpine sacked on my back and all that was left to do was commit to a super-scary big fucking leap into the rage and thus enter The Realms of Chaos.

    Two summers ago whilst on a cliff-top stroll along the An Port highway, I stumbled upon a huge collection of Leviathans of such gothic architecture and nautical nastiness that a quest was immediately begun; alas it is fuelled by the overpowering rush of an inner tide and thus two years on nearly 50 virgin Donegal sea stacks have been spanked with no end in sight. HURRAH! The main residence of the leviathans is An Port, a little-known road end at the entrance to Shambala, in South West Donegal, where a cliff-top walk will leave you speechless. The islands of Aran, Owey and Tory also play host to a further collection of these nautical bad boys.

    Standing head and shoulders above the masses is “Cnoc na Mara”, a 100m sharks-tooth stack, which sits 120m from a storm beach in a truly magical and outrageous location. Its landward arête rises for 150m out of the Atlantic Ocean and provides a VS like no other. Its last pitch, a 60m summit ridge, is unforgettable. Next door to Cnoc na Mara is “An Bhuideal” a twin-headed 50m beast whose north summit is a super-skinny and UBER scary place to be, again climbed at VS. Both of these stacks are outstanding adventures but do require a tad of nautical wisdom! For a big leapfrog in atmosphere a visit to “Dare 2 Be,” the Matterhorn-style stack to the north of Skelpoona, accessed by a km paddle along the base of 200m-high inescapable looseness, is a tad “full on”, and on the island of Aran lives the Giant’s Reek stack, a 120m monster in an absolutely committing location.

    The daddy of Donegal’s more adventurous stacks is Satan, a 70m stack on the seaward side of Gull Island. It is protected by conflicting tides and has a very high death potential as the only landing place on the beast is in the very centre of Hades. The stack is so named, as make a mess of the dingy work and the beast will take your soul.

    And so our stories begin …

    FA Satan XS,5a 70m

    And Sho, with our souls still intact from our previous visit to the lair of Mephistopheles, Noble Brother Martin Boner and I descended once more unto the realms of darkness.

    The object of our desires was an ascent of the Dark Lord himself; this 70m stack sits to the west of Gull Island and simply put, it is in the most remote and inaccessible location off the mainland of Ireland.

    HURRA, Welcome to the Abyss!

    Each carrying our 20kg beasts of burden, an early morning 4km trot across the hinterlands of Slievetooey followed by a 100m steep scramble and we arrived at our wave-washed base camp.

    It was now a 500m sea passage to reach the base of Satan and as neither of us had spoken for the last hour we paddled out in continued silence. Paddling out into this amphitheatre of outrageous natural beauty, fear and intimidation, it was near impossible to suppress the sensory overload, as I felt we had now reached and breached the bounds of the sane and in the distance the coronach played on.

    20 mins of easy atmospheric paddling later we arrived at the Gothic labyrinth separating the two stacks; we alighted onto the easiest island; Satan looked very, very difficult to land on, Neptune was in the building! Oh, Happy Days!

    "This is Fackin Awesome!" quipped Brother Bonner; I agreed and we once more descended into silence.

    The only way to access our goal was a small recess in the channel between the two stacks; I don’t wish to labour the point BUT this channel was truly surreal!

    "DEAD, your God is dead. FOOLS, your God is dead. USELESS prayers of lies. BEHOLD Satan’s rise!" roared our hosts as we made the journey across the Styx to arrive at the sanctitude of the 6th inner circle.

    And whilst in celebration of Rage the heavens grew strong, the key to the 7th gate of Hell lay momentarily unguarded.

    Changed clothes, sorted the toys and climbed a 25m pitch of immaculate basalt to arrive at a col to the south of Satan and between an offshoot lump. A further 30m pitch took us up steep basalt blockiness to the bottom of twin summit towers; The Horn of Satan, if you will!  A third 35m pitch climbed the steep corner crack between the horns to arrive on the summit ridge; a thought-provoking ridge scramble and we sat aloft the Prince of Darkness.

     "Let’s get the Fack out of here!" suggested Brother Bonner, and I couldn’t have agreed more.

    We abseiled and down-climbed the route to our mighty vessel.

    Toys sorted and we set sail, 10 minutes later whilst paddling up the final channel and awaiting the final big lump to spit us free of the labyrinth and out into open sea. I turned to ask Martin if he was having fun yet, head bowed he was in silent prayer as we were lifted 6 feet and carried out into open sea on the crest of a monster roller. Arms raised as we both roared at the sky, we had been reborn into the world having left behind the gothic architecture of Satan’s abyss.

    A superb paddle back to the beach was had as all the tension and vertical concerns were now behind us!

    This was a truly awesome adventure, I would just like to thank our hosts Satan and Neptune for their hospitality, and although we were never actually asked to part with our souls I do feel we aged 10 years in one particular memorable paddle stroke! 

    FA Tormore Island VS 200m

    It was in the midst of a monsoon 7am on a Sunday morning that the troops gathered on the pier at Burtonport. Noble Brothers Alan Tees and Peter’s Cooper and McConnell sat in the gloom as the vertical rods from the black sky rained down. There was hope, the forecast was good. Cha Cha …

    The object of our desires was the summit of the 150-metre unclimbed sea stack, Tormore Island, approx 20 NM south of our rain-lashed pier. Two of the party had made several attempts at taming this beast previously, so by default the approach of choice today was to be by RIB. Our noble steed was being captained by Paul Bathgate, a veteran of nautical misadventures along the Donegal coastline. Our noble steed itself was a 76 mph monster of a RIB and we were on our way.

    Now I’m not sure if my fellow cohorts knew what to expect when I mentioned using this type of vessel for an attempt, but upon setting sail and Captain Bathgate opening the throttle a tad, the white knuckles and blank expressions from the troops spoke volumes. Exshellent Mish Moneypenny, we were having mucho fun and we were only 30 seconds into the adventure.

    Ten minutes later we rounded the north end of Arran Island into quite atmospheric seas and for the next 40 minutes we got a nautical kicking! Words can’t describe the journey suffice to say it was emotional!

    As we arrived at Tormore it was under siege by legions of white horses, Neptune was furious! Our fearless/insane Captain navigated the channel separating the stack from the land, sensory overload had already been reached and breached as we entered the cauldron of angry white sea. Some pretty amazing boat-handling skills left four wide-eyed fools on a non-tidal ledge at the bottom of the landward face of Tormore Island. With a "See you at Four" our boat and Captain screamed out of the channel and into the maelstrom!

    And Lo, as ordered the rain stopped and the Sun came out. Happy Days Let’s cane the beast, we cried in unison.

    The first 45 metre pitch was a V. Diff affair on superb quartz and growing atmosphere to an excellent block belay.

    We were climbing caterpillar-style, meaning as three met the next pitch is led while the fourth is ascending the last? Ehmm, kind of makes sense to me?

    Anyways, as Brother Cooper came up, Brother Tees led off up the second pitch of slabby mixed ground to a lofty perch below the monstrous roofs.

    Pitch three bypassed the roofs on the left and had a modicum of exposure as further mixed ground took us to a huge ledge and superb peg belay. Thankfully the discovery of this belay meant we could now defo get off this stack, a minor point of concern, which I had been pondering all morning!

    Brother McConnell powered up pitch 4, a vertical celebration of grass and mud. Oh and 2 rubbish runners in the first 30 metres, a rude awakening to stack world. The summit ridge was reached and a solitary block belay in an ocean of green was had. One by one we scrambled the last 20-metre grass ridge to a spectacular summit. No-one said very much as we savoured where we were. Simply Awesome!

    Photos were taken and evidence of previous visitors sought, none found. Happy Days Indeed!!

    We made an abseil descent of our route; four 45-metre abseils using the now-insitu peg belays took us to the non-tidal ledge to await our lift home.

    Being last to ab, I arrived at the ledge to an ominous silence. The seas were now crashing green either side off the channel and every fourth wave threw thousands of tons of green on to the stack opposite us. This was absolutely awesome to watch, alas not so good for our travel arrangements, we had no sleeping bags! "What do you think?" asked Alan.

    "Aw, it’ll be fine." came my confident reply. Internally I considered us to be fucked, if you pardon my French. 

    For the next half hour we sat in quiet contemplation, and WHOOSH into the channel came our boat at 50 degrees to Port and riding a monster Greeny, full astern and Captain Bathgate and Crewman Mike Crowe got thrashed about in an astounding display of seamanship; our mighty vessel was getting an almighty kicking. Several passes of our ledge and the luggage was safely stowed. Then for the next 10 minutes the boat stayed in the centre of the cauldron riding the chaotic seas.

     "RIGHT, I’M COMING IN AGAIN, I CAN’T STAY IN HERE ANY LONGER, GET IN!" came our orders from Captain B.

    And in he came; a single nano-second later we were all in the boat.

    "THANK F*CK FOR THAT!" our nautical maestro roared as we crashed through green to exit the channel and out onto the high seas.

    Now that, Ladies and Gentlemen, was a high-end emotional exit from a stack.

    The journey back to Burtonport was bumpy, but in full daylight and sunshine it was excellent sport! Half an hour later saw us in sheltered water between Arran Mor and Burtonport and Captain B gave the beast full throttle, 60 mph + and we arrived in Burtonport Harbour, a bit like flying on a very very low-flying plane.

    And so,

    having discovered the rabbit hole does indeed exist in Western Donegal, it was time to discover how deep it really goes and so a journey of solo adventures commenced. The commitment required and the sense of primal fear that accompanies these journeys has to be experienced to be believed. As always, a tad of logistics and planning is the key to success and of course the adoption of perhaps less orthodox climbing equipment such as 600m of 6mm polyprop, a lightweight Lidl dinghy, a single lightweight paddle, divers booties, a 20ft Cordette, a pair of Speedo’s, heavy duty dry bags, 20m of 12mm polyprop, an alpine hammer, a snow bar, a selection of pegs, a chest harness / inverted Gri-Gri combo and a big grin!

    Whilst playing on the surf some of the more memorable moments have been paddling with dolphins, bull selkies and a massive basking shark, all within 15 foot of my tiny Lidl dinghy up to a kilometre from land. Alas a moment of mild concern was had whilst taking a 60-foot screamer, landing in the sea and realising there was an angel standing at the base of the stack.

    Standing on micro summits many, many kilometres from anywhere deep in the knowledge that you are truly alone is the true embodiment of being the owner of dynamic rope!

    I have refrained from writing anything regarding the safety aspect to adventure climbing suffice to say it is a very dangerous activity and every time I go out to play, the rope work, boat work and planning that accompany these activities is extremely thorough and anal so as to ensure a maximum margin of safety.

    I have developed a unique method of nautical access using non-climbing equipment and techniques which would take many pages to describe and explain, so after nearly 100 top-end adventurous days out without serious incident either I am extremely skilled, very lucky or have sold my soul to Neptune; the jury is still out.

    But the tale continues …


    Iain Miller runs Unique Ascent, which offers adventure activities and training, based in Donegal. Their website is at www.uniqueascent.ie.

  • The Poisoned Glen: the 1970s Onwards

    (by Peter Cooper, from IMC Newsletter Autumn 2010)
    This is the second part of an article focussing on the development of Donegal’s Poisoned Glen.

    The previous article looked at the early developments from 1950 up until 1970. As with the previous article, I need to add that this is not the definitive history as the story is still developing; a concise version of the two articles will be published in the next Donegal guide.

    To briefly recap

    The Poisoned Glen and its place in Irish-rock-climbing’s history really started with Gibson and Mc Murray’s ascent of Green Grass Gully in 1950. The major players in its early development were the IMC’s climbers and a few, significant, visiting British climbers; they were all truly pioneering and at very respectable grades too. The IMC produced The Glen’s first guide in 1962. By the end of the 60s Irishmen McDermott and Goulding had led the great and oft-tried line of Obituary Corner [1], and British climbers, the famed Estcourt and Bonington, had bagged its sought-after sister-route Obituary Column (VS) [2]. Frank Winder was concentrating on his biochemistry career, having made a very significant impact on Irish climbing; he left a tally of 9 routes in The Glen – often climbing with Betty Healy [3]. Healy climbed on half a dozen new routes in The Glen and was an editor of the first Donegal guide with Seán Rothery [4]. Yorkshireman Harold Drasdo had climbed his last new route in The Glen, The Direct (HVS) on Bearnas Buttress. Between himself and his brother Neville, they ‘bowed-out’ with a tally of 20 new routes in The Glen. Andrew ‘Max’ Maxfield and R. Wilde, appear from records, got the last route of the 60s with Un-Named Route in the September of 1969, bringing the tally of climbs in The Glen to 45 routes; and that marked the end of the first two decades of climbing in Donegal’s Poisoned Glen.

    Many of the routes remain classic lines worthy of your attention; some are among the finest climbing experiences to be had in Ireland and other routes are over-due for re-appraisal.

    1970 onwards

    When the 1960s ended a new era didn’t begin: 5 years had to pass before another two new routes were recorded. Pat Redmond and Dave Walsh [5] climbed Kongen (HVS) in the August of 1974. Walsh recalls his eldest brother, also a climber, introduced him to The Glen and that they had climbed lots of routes there. Eventually he spied the line of Kongen. Having been rained-out of Norway that summer, Redmond and Walsh returned to climb in Donegal, the line was climbed and it received the Norwegian word for king as its name. Though the line wasn’t climbed entirely in the style Walsh would have liked:

    “I couldn’t make a move about a third the way up without protection. Pat had a go and made the move and got protection in. Then he couldn’t make the next (crux) move where the wall bulges a little. To my horror he pulled on a nut and finished the route. We have “discussed” the matter many times since. Pat was my best friend over 25 years but we never saw eye to eye on that. To our amazement we couldn’t get up the last easier-angled bit. The corner straight above didn’t go and the shelves to the side were rounded off and we couldn’t manage. We tried for hours and hours and eventually ran out of time. It was pitons or abseil, and we chose pitons.”

    The tale for Walsh did eventually get a happy ending:

    “I always knew it would go and I eventually got back in the early 90s. I strolled up the main pitch and though the last pitch slowed us, Finbarr Crowley got a wee wire in and protection wasn’t an issue. Then it was straightforward delicate HVS slabbing, and he was up to it. Really it’s a magnificent route”.
    (Dave Walsh 2010)

    On the Last Small Buttress Anaconda Corner was the second new route climbed in the October of 1974, by the team of Findlay, Moore and Hawkins. Its name continued a tradition of snake-themed climb names started in 1959 by Frank Winder.

    There were no more new routes for four years. June 1978 saw legends of the Irish climbing scene Calvin Torrans and Clare Sheridan [6] add three routes. The 140m+ Rah on the West Buttress was the first E2 in the Glen; it rates 5c and gets 3 stars. It was to remain the hardest route in The Glen for fifteen years. Calvin and Clare also added the Glen’s first E1, Bad Blood on Creag na mBreac, but not until 1993. It can happen that a harder grade is climbed first but this was a fairly astonishing time scale. In my previous article I noted that it seemed almost incredible to believe that E1 had not come to The Glen prior to this date (37 years after the first HVS), especially as some of its 1950s pioneers had climbed extremes elsewhere by the mid-1950s. There’s still no answers, suggestions or objections come forth on this subject. Calvin and Sé O Hanlon [7] were to do the First Free Ascent (FFA) of Goulding and McDermott’s 1968 route Saoirse (HVS). Calvin let me know he climbed Nightshade (HVS) ‘free’ about 30 years ago, but also confirmed he wasn’t the first to do it; alas he does not know who did the FFA. Does anyone out there have the answer for me? In 2010, Dave Walsh still clearly recalled his ascent of Nightshade and rated it as “the best route I ever climbed in Ireland, never mind Donegal”. Calvin also got the FFA of pitch 3 of Geoff Sutton and Harold Drasdo’s 1957 route Hammer and Sickle (HVS) in 1981. Calvin still has ambitions in The Glen!

    1978 also saw the IMC’s 1962 Donegal guide re-printed, containing 30 climbs in The Glen and with no updates whatsoever. There must have been a perceived need for it but I doubt it would have caused a stampede. I wonder how many copies were sold? So until the publication of 1979’s Malinbeg guide, to those not ‘in-the-know’, it would have seemed that no other climbing had been done and no other crags developed in Donegal. Now we have the internet and a tally of 1500+ climbs in Donegal on the CCC’s web-site.

    1979 saw the ascent of Mamba (VS) on the Last Small Buttress by a team consisting of Tom Hand and Emmet Goulding. There is a possibility that this was the same line as College Route, done in the late 60s by Maxfield and Rittman. Either way, 30+ years on, this was the last new route recorded on this buttress; perhaps there’s some lines that were overlooked? It was nice to see a return by Goulding to new-routing in The Glen, having been active throughout the Derryveagh crags from 1960 onwards. He lives less than an hour away from these crags, so we should be encouraging him to get out more.

    1985 saw Dawson Stelfox’s [8] 1985 Donegal guidebook published, the first whole-of-Donegal guide since 1962. The Poisoned Glen did not feature in Stelfox and Torrans’ Rock Climbing in Ireland guide of 1984. This did not go un-noticed at the time and I wonder if this would still be the case, if the guide were to be compiled now? Frank Winder’s routes elsewhere in Ireland (and Donegal) did feature in the guide but none of his Glen contributions made it into the final draft. Perhaps this would not be the case if a new selection were made? Especially as some of Malinbeg’s routes have fallen into the sea.

    On Creag na mBreac, Alan Tees [9] added Dubious Maiden (HS) in 1985, putting that year’s guidebook further out of date. Also putting his own guidebook out of date, on the Ballaghgeeha Buttress Stelfox and Andy McFarlane climbed Anachronism (E2) in 1988. Dawson returned in 1991 with Mrs Stelfox, Margaret, adding Jaundiced Eyes (HVS).

    Niall Grimes‘s [10] 1993 Donegal Supplement showed that development had slowed down further, as attentions had gone away from the mountain crags to the outcrops; nonetheless four new routes were recorded. Oddly, Grimer did not add any routes here; which is curious as he was active over on the nearby Lough Barra crags with Al Millar.

    1993 saw Derrymen Paul Dunlop [11] and Kieran Gallagher Chasing the Dragon; this line was The Glen’s first E3, and remains its hardest line to the present day (now there’s a challenge!).

    “We basically knew that this buttress was the cleanest in the glen and that it is close to the road if you walk from the Lough Barra side. So myself and Kieran Gallagher went down for a weekend to see if there would be new routes … the line of Chasing the Dragon really stood out quite prominently and was just waiting to be climbed.  It didn’t require much cleaning and so I decided to just do it. I wasn’t aware that Chasing the Dragon was the hardest route in the glen … I’m quite pleased about that!”
    (Paul Dunlop, Summer 2010).

    I recently contacted Paul regarding a tale I’d had relayed concerning his efforts at trying to free Nightshade. The route he’d actually been trying to be free was not Allan Austin’s Nightshade but Calvin and Clare’s Rah (E2), with Al Millar.

    “The route was Rah E2 5c which has a point of aid at the crux pitch that myself and Alan Millar set out to free. It started out ok but the higher up we went the wetter the crag was; one pitch before the crux pitch was like crossing a slab with a sheet of water flowing down it, it was very bad. Alan got to the crux pitch and it was impassable because of the wet. At this stage we were too high up to start retreating so we just forced a new route to finish, but by this time it was pitch dark (it was October) and we had no head torches so we had 2 long pitches of new climbing in complete darkness, then a nightmare 3-hour descent  where you couldn’t even see your feet on the ground or Alan standing right next to you … very scary considering the massive drops all around. So we had to sit down and crawl for hours down in the dark, falling over small buttresses not knowing when you were going to stop. I got hypothermia, broke most of my finger nails halfway to the quick and felt nothing … it was a bad day out!”

    In August 2010, I was reading some copies of Irish magazine Rock Climber and in the back of it I found 2 new routes dating from 1994, Summer of My Dreams (VS 4c) and Emigrants Eyes (HVS 5a), both climbed in June by G. Murray and M. McNaught. This was going to possibly scupper the later new routes on the buttress. Fortunately, Kevin McGee has provided an accurate photo-topo showing where the routes overlap – but it also shows enough independence for all the lines to be listed. I was dreading telling the new-routers that their lines had already been done, as I’ve been there myself and it can be disappointing – to say the least. Ironically the magazines were lent to me by previous Donegal guidebook editor Alan Tees. Here’s to serendipity.

    Alan Tees’ 2002 Donegal guidebook reflected the continued focus on developing Donegal’s outcrops and isles.

    Development since the guide hasn’t ceased though. Alan Tees, Marty McGuigan and Marty’s son Mark added a new line to The Glen in 2003: Return of The Eagles (HVS 5a), which finds it way up two pitches and 50m of fine Donegal granite on the West Buttress, with the added bonus of an off-width followed by overhanging flakes with hidden holds.

    2005 saw the Millar Brothers [12], Al and Dave, cleaning halfway-up the Castle Gully, adding Spectrum (E2) and Chemical Brothers (E1). Al returned with fellow CCC member Donna Ryan, and they climbed Claymore in the Gully (E1) and Llanrwst or Bust (HVS). What set this period of development apart was its intensity; four new routes done in one year is something where the Glen is concerned but this was four in maybe just a month and certainly under two months. Also, they were not on the Ballagheega Buttress – this was some new territory.

    In 2007 recently-immigrated Orcadian-Scotsman, Iain Miller (CCC) took time out from sea-stack-conquering and explored the Castle, producing a ‘gri-gri-solo’ (ask him, I don’t know either) of To Be Continued (HVS 4c). The route goes up to the base of the very fine looking feature Portcullis Wall, which Iain describes as “ahem, a bit harder”.

    The July of 2008 saw Donegal natives Kevin McGee and Patrick Tinny (CCC) climb Patagonian Summer (HVS) on the smooth walls of Ballaghgeeha Buttress. However, a short-lived bit of confusion over whether this was a new route was settled by Alan Tees. Alan was there the day a peg was placed, prior to a bail-out by Paula Turley and partner, on the original attempt of this line. McGee and Tinny took time-off from developing Crocanaffrin in June 2009 and climbed The Mistress (HVS), the Glen’s 17th HVS line. Kevin and Patrick display the Donegal climbing spirit amply; with only a couple of years climbing experience they were new-routing in the birthplace of climbing in Donegal.

    What next?

    Lately it would seem that climbing in the Glen is seeing a minor revival [13]. The potential is still out there for the hardy gardener, with a very long rope and lots of time. The lines are out there for the keen, but it’s a touch of boldness that‘s going to help most – on the cleaner faces. An acceptance of long walk-ins, possible damp routes and horrendous midges on calm summer days do seem to be necessary to get the most out of your day.

    When I first drafted this article the next line was: ‘And, more winter potential could be out there for those with a penchant for starting out before it gets light.’ Well, the Christmas of 2009 proved to an absolute bumper year for winter-climbing throughout the Donegal highlands, including The Glen. Fine efforts were made by many members of the CCC. It saw new winter routes climbed, which further adds to your reasons to find your way there. Iain Miller had a Christmas Day to make many of us envious. Rather than stuff himself with turkey and trimmings Iain was new-routing on the Donegal ice! See the reports on the CCC website’s logbook [LINK] and on-line guide.

    Developments since last article (1950-1970)

    Whilst browsing the internet I came across an article featuring Trinity College’s Reverend Caesar Otway, which referred to him abseiling in The Poisoned Glen in 1853. He published Sketches of Ireland. I’ve been unable to find the article again and research his mountain adventures further. I’d be very interested to read an article about him, if somebody else knows about him: he could prove to be an historically-important early figure in Irish climbing. Though, abseiling’s one thing, climbing is another.

    It is entirely probable that the Reverend Otway and Henry Chichester Hart would have known of each other, if not met, being of the Irish gentry class and Trinity graduates.

    H.C. Hart is known to have been scrambling/climbing in The Glen in the 1880s and alphabetically named its gullies. In 1895 Hart wrote the Irish edition of Climbing in the British Isles for editor Walter Parry Haskett Smith. Having skim-read H.C. Hart’s Donegal plant books I know that he not only listed the plants he found but also said where they occurred in the Donegal highlands – via altitude. He had extensive knowledge of not only The Poisoned Glen and Mount Errigal, but was also familiar with Lough Belshade too; there’s every chance he would have scrambled the easy gully behind the main face. Hart’s intimacy with the Donegal landscape at its time was incredible and probably equalled by very few since. Additionally, Hart was also a Justice of Peace and wrote many critiques of Renaissance plays, particularly Shakespeare’s. They were a posh lot, the early Irish climbers. But should you go to the Fanad penninsula his house still stands and the garden is open to the public, at Carrablagh, north of Port Salon; importantly there is good climbing at Crocanaffrin and bouldering, developed by Glen pioneers the Millars, near Fanad Head.

    Harold Drasdo sent a very informative letter, which arrived after the previous article had been submitted for publication. It will be of use in the next guide’s production. Al Millar met with Harold in the early 2000s and interviewed him; he is also in possession of Harold’s own annotated 1962 Donegal guide, which corrects some of the lines. Neville Drasdo also contacted me and recalled his times in Ireland climbing with IMC members Winder, Rothery and Kenny, and the impressive climbs they did. Following climbing in Wicklow, they were guests at a party given by Bill Perrott. The Drasdo’s even got entertained by a warm fire in the library of the large house across the lake at Dunlewy, reputedly owned by members of the Guinness clan at that time.

    I have managed to contact Allan Austin regarding his time in The Glen and had a positive response but, alas, nothing has come through before this deadline.

    It was a nice surprise to recieve an e-mail reply from Chris Bonington, confirming he’d enjoyed visiting The Glen in ’68 but other than remembering it as being one of the wettest places he’d ever climbed he couldn’t recollect the actual climbing. He did however share his memory of that night, when he’d given his Eiger talk to IMC and Queens climbers in Belfast. It’s the only time he’s given a talk under the protection of armed British soldiers, who all enjoyed his talk; later he was taken to the Officers’ Mess and entertained til very late into the night. It possibly beats camping at Dunlewy.

    I was in touch with Belfast-based artist Dan Shipsides; he had an exhibition ‘Pioneers’ which was inspired by the early members of the IMC. As a result the audio interviews he conducted with Winder, Healy and Rothery are now available as free downloads.

    Well, that’s the story so far; it continues to develop and I hope you’ve enjoyed what I’ve shared with you. Thanks to all those who have assisted in helping with these articles. I hope you’re all feeling inspired to go to Donegal, will you get your new line in time for the next Donegal guide?

    I am still appealing to all of you for your memories, any gap-filling information and historical pictures; relating to Donegal’s pioneers and significant ascents on any of the Donegal crags. If you know any retired climbers, prod them for info and any pics they may have up in the attic; they may have valuable ‘stuff’ relating to Irish climbing history!

    Should you want to check details of routes, add comments or submit a new route then go to the Colmcille Climbers Club website: www.pete-smith.co.uk, home of the on-line Donegal climbing guide. I can be contacted via the CCC’s on-line guide page.

    Peter Cooper was President of the CCC (2008-10) and is Editor of the Donegal guide.

    Bibliography

    • Climbers’ Club Journals on CC web site
    • Harold Drasdo, The Ordinary Route, 1997
    • W. P. Haskett Smith, Climbing in The British Isles (1895): Ireland by H. C. Hart
    • Donegal guidebook, IMC 1962 (unaccredited in the guide: Healy, Rothery and Wathen)
    • Dawson Stelfox, Donegal, FMCI 1985
    • Alan Tees, Donegal, MCI 2002
    • IMC Journals on IMC web site
    • 1984 Rock Climbing in Ireland

    Conversations, correspondences and e-mails (so far) were with: Harold and Neville Drasdo, John Duignan, Paul Dunlop, Betty Healy, Kevin McGee, Al and Dave Millar, Iain Miller, Alan Tees, Patrick Tinney, Calvin Torrans and Dave Walsh.

    Footnotes

    • [1] This was the sought-after line that many of The Glen’s regulars had lusted after.
    • [2] The line having repelled many Glen regulars, including Harold Drasdo who with his brother Neville had climbed The Glen’s first two HVS’s back in 1956. A line not to be taken lightly, perhaps?
    • [3] Healy was a keen new-router on crags throughout Ireland and was a climber of some repute; she climbed better than many of the male climbers in Ireland at that time. Now in her late eighties she still recalls her climbing times, in the 50s and 60s, with much fondness.
    • [4] Seán Rothery served as IMC President 1970-72. He also pioneered notable new routes on several of the Derryveagh crags.
    • [5] Dave Walsh was IMC President 1986-88 and pioneer of many routes at Malinbeg.
    • [6] I cannot start to say how many routes they have climbed in Ireland, from the late 1960s onwards, but let’s just say it’s a hell of a lot! And always at a good standard too.
    • [7] Sé is a legend of Irish cycling, winning The Rás several times in the 1960s. He served as IMC President 2003-4.
    • [8] Editor of Donegal Rock Climbs 1985, leader of first Irish team to climb Everest and became a President of the Mountaineering Council of Ireland (now MI). He’s also an architect, in his spare time.
    • [9] Climbing since the 1970s, a long-term member of the North West Mountaineering Club, later he became a founding member and the first President of the Colmcille Climbers Club, edited the 2002 Rock Climbs in Donegal; eventually he became President of Mountaineering Ireland.
    • [10] Derry lad, ‘Grimer’ was a keen activist in Donegal from the mid-1980s to mid-1990s. He is now resident in Sheffield and employed as guidebooks editor at the BMC; his definitive Stanage guide won that year’s BANFF guidebook award.
    • [11] Paul and brother Raymond are well known for being talented climbers and have many hard routes in Donegal. Paul also gained a reputation for significant hard ascents in the Burren, often solo. Paul has been at the fore-front of the campaign for a new climbing wall for Derry which should help see not only a rise in climbing standards but also a long-overdue rise in numbers climbing in the North West.
    • [12] Sons of Donegal, the Millars are also part of the Derry scene that gave us Niall Grimes, the Dunlop Brothers and a significant jump in climbing standards. Al was a member of the CCC from its inception and a long-serving secretary. Dave Millar continues the family’s new-routing tradition at a good standard, is a member of the CCC, and a keen contributor to the Donegal guidebook.
    • [13] New routes over a 7-year period were more than double the 4 climbed in the 8 years between the Stelfox guide and Grimer’s supplement.
  • Donegal Pride of All – the Malinbeg Meet

    (by John Duignan, June 2010)
    "It’s Donegal, it’s summer, there are no midgies, the only thing chilled is the atmosphere and the beer". Climbing at Malinbeg, Sail Rock, Skelpoonagh and Muckross, on a perfect weekend.


    It’s Donegal, it’s Summer, there are no midgies, the only thing chilled is the atmosphere and the beer; it was a marvellous choice of weekend for a meet. It’s great to see so many beginners pushing out the boat. Ken, leading VS in his first year is up before us all, has had a run on the beach, got the porridge on and is leppin’ up and down to get onto the rock. Donal Óg with lovely smiling wife Margaret is in great form and delighted to be back after all the years since he last climbed here. I’m climbing with Hugh Reynolds who is on fire, chasing one desperate lead after another.

      
    Bill and Ken help Rafal and Marta
    pitch tent in ferocious storm … not!
    Tony the meet organiser chills out
     

    Malinbeg gives a great intro to sea-cliff climbing with the short steep friendly routes on Neptune Wall at the North End, with little tidal threat. Bosun’s Ladder (S) and Hydrophobia (VS) are three-star routes with great gear placements.


    Hydrophobia on the friendly Neptune Wall

    Salmon Pink further on the crag proves as devious as it looks – a chop route with delicate and strenuous bridging with risk of a ground fall. It feels under-rated at VS. Calvin’s Corner, a three-star Hard Severe, gives magnificent bridging fun.


    Hugh Reynolds laybacks Lord of the Flies (Main Wall, Malinbeg)


    Main Wall, Malinbeg, with Flying Enterprise and Fiddler’s Green on middle two ramps


    Hugh Reynolds dancing through Fiddler’s Green

    Main West Wall, with its abseil approach and tidal aspect feels more serious. We sample four routes – all great. Lord of the Flies, a Hard Severe with high mantleshelf and great laybacking is a must-do. Flying Enterprise (half-way through some of the moves I am reminded of where its name comes from …) at VS and Fiddler’s Green at HVS are three-star routes that alone would have made the trip worthwhile.


    Roaring Forties line is along the edge of Sail Rock

    Sail Rock is next up, beside the very impressive Slieve League. The approach is busy with hikers and tourists but as we gradually move down the scree away from the sunny slopes above, we sense how isolated Sail Rock is. The photo in the Donegal guidebook of this quartzite slab with its famous Main Mast put up by Doug Scott right up its centre is iconic. All that comes to mind now is the stern guidebook warning about this being "a very serious crag where waves can extend half-way up the face". The crumbly dry grass and loose rock on the spur approach mean we abseil in. The basin below is awe-inspiring with massive walls circling in an amphitheatre and the booming sound of the sea below. Up close the steep rock falls back and we fight like schoolboys for the first lead. Roaring Forties is a three-pitch VS along the outer edge of Sail Rock. The climbing is superb. The belays give stunning views out to sea as far as Benbulben across the bay. Small fishing boats pass by and break the sense of isolation. The final pitch is Hugh’s and is definitely one of the most memorables pitches I have ever climbed. The wind has battered and carved the rock. Although at times fragile, we are entranced by the magical wind carvings on the rock appear like Ogham writing on the vertical wafer-like layers. The rock offers great friction. The route is as memorable a day out as Dream of White Horses or Seventh Heaven or a day in Luggala – my highest level of praise.


    Hugh Reynolds on Paradise in the Picture-house, Skelpoonagh Bay

    Skelpoonagh Bay beckons on a laid-back Sunday. The sandstone looks very brittle. We come here to look at a two-star route Paradise in the Picture-house, a rising traverse over a zawn with waves crashing into a sea cave below it. Beside it a three-star route The Fruit Palace gets the following guidebook write-up: "a wild trip giving the most mind-blowing position for a route of its grade in the country" and "belay here after changing your underpants". The two routes share the same start. The position is as it says on the tin but sadly the rock is brittle. I chose a V.Diff line beside the climb to enjoy the ambience. As Hugh follows a hold breaks off. Hugh then calmly goes back down, traverses out over the zawn and powers up the line of the VS. This man has cojones. Later talking to Gerry Moss – Ireland’s expert on cliff climbing – he recalls an IMC climber being helicoptered out of the Bay unconscious after a head injury after a hold broke off. I let myself off a hiding for being such a wimp on this delicate sandstone.


    Searching for that elusive V.Diff at Muckross Head

    On then to view Muckross Head. It is clear why it is such a popular venue for strong climbers; the horizontally striated firm sandstone offers some amazing lines and rises above a sunwarmed platform – great for young things to sun themselves on between climbs. Morning Glory, a taster Hard Severe, offers great gear placements and a fun twisting line through the overhangs.


    Beach at Muckross Head … who needs climbing?

    The beach just down from Muckross is a great way of relaxing and clearing off the grime. Amazingly the water is warm and the views of Sail Rock and Slieve League on one side and as far as Sligo in the sunset make it hard to pull away for the trip back to Dublin.

    The venue was great. The company excellent. The journey to the crags through a rural landscape from a time where everyone moved at a gentle pace in the sunshine and has time to chat and share a story.

    Donegal, Pride of All, we love ya!

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