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  • Carrick Mountain, Co. Wicklow

    (by Gerry Moss, from IMC Newsletter Winter 2002)
    A climbing guide to the little Co. Wicklow crag


    The current edition of the Wicklow guidebook was published in 1993, almost ten years ago. Since then there has been only a trickle of new routes in the Wicklow area – attention has moved on to other, less developed, areas. For this reason it is unlikely that we will see a new edition of the guidebook for some years to come. Carrick crag was developed by the Club too late to be included in the 1993 edition and, although details were published in our own Newsletter, all this happened some years ago and members who have joined the Club in recent years would be unaware of its existence. Under the circumstances we thought it might be opportune to highlight the crag again.

    Carrick Crag

    GR T236940. This little crag, lying on the eastern slopes of Carrick mountain, was previously hidden by the trees growing around its foot. Recent clearing of the forest has revealed all, allowing it to receive the full benefit of its Southerly aspect. Being at a relatively low altitude and in the same beneficial weather zone as Barnbawn, it can offer a day’s climbing when Glendaloch and Luggala are too wet or too cold for consideration. It does, however, suffer from seepage, and takes some time to dry after heavy rain, so bear this in mind. For a small crag it offers a wide range of climbing: routes so far include gentle slabs, a classic chimney, steep, delicate face-climbing, and a strenuous overhanging crack. There are still some natural lines awaiting a first ascent.

    Approach

    Head south from Dublin on the N11 (the main Dublin/Wexford road) as far as the village of Ashford. Just before leaving the village, and immediately after passing the Texaco filling station, take the road slanting up right, which leads, after about 7km, to the village of Glenealy. Just before you cross the bridge to enter this village a narrow road leads off right, by the side of the community hall. Follow this to where it ends, after one kilometre, at a forest entrance (this road is quite narrow and parking is very restricted, but there is a good car park in the village, opposite the pub).

    Cross the barrier, keep right and follow the forest road as it curves up and back left to another junction. Turn right here and, after a short distance, take the narrow pony-track striking up left. Follow this pleasantly as it heads uphill through deciduous trees, crossing another forest road en route, to emerge at a wide, complex junction of roads and tracks (less than 30 minutes). Take the road slanting up right and the crag comes into view, up on the left, after about five minutes. Since the trees were felled the undergrowth on the hillside has flourished, so the best approach to the crag is to continue on the road beyond the crag to the edge of the trees and slant back left, about forty-five minutes in all.

    Climbs

    All the climbs are single-pitch, varying from 8 to 18 metres in length, and the routes are described from left to right. The descent route is at the extreme left of the crag.

    1  Warming-up  VD
    G.Moss 2/6/92
    Start at the left-hand end of the left-facing wall. Climb a short ramp and move left to finish.

    2  Running Before the Wind  HS
    G.Moss, B.Hannon 23/11/92
    Start halfway along the left-hand wall at the foot of a shallow groove that runs up to a small tree on a ledge. Climb the groove on small holds to the ledge. Finish up the short wall above the tree. The difficulties are short but unprotected.

    Moving around to the right, there is an unclimbed crack and groove above a spike at the left-hand edge of the overhanging face. The crack splitting the roof at its widest point has yet to be done.

    3  NRG  E2(5b/5c)
    T. O’Neill, G. Moss 5/10/96
    Start at the bottom left of the wide obvious chimney, beneath a small overhang, which is split by two cracks. Climb a shallow groove and the crack through the overhang. A strenuous but well-protected test-piece.

    4  Sorchas  HS(4b)
    G.Moss, B.Norton 19/9/92
    Start at the bottom of the chimney. Bridge up between the right-hand edge of the chimney and the left wall, keeping outside the chockstone. Overcoming the narrows provides an airy crux.

    5  Dorchas  D
    G.Moss 2/6/92
    Start as for Sorchas. Move up the floor of the chimney to a step halfway along. Bridge up to finish behind the chockstone.

    The shallow corner behind the ash tree about two metres right of the chimney has been tried, but is still unclimbed.

    6  Carrick Crack  VS(4c)
    B.Norton, G.Moss 19/9/92
    Start at the right-hand edge of the face, just left of a grassy gully, below a crack. Make a difficult move to gain a sloping ledge. Climb the crack, which gives strenuous, but well-protected climbing.

    7  Carrick On Climbing  VD
    B.Norton, G.Moss 19/9/92
    Start just right of the narrow grassy gully, at the foot of a short, right-trending ramp. Climb the ramp and finish up the centre of the slab on small holds.

    8  Garvaghy Road  VS(4c)
    G.Moss, T.O’Neill 13/7/96
    Start around to the right from Carrick On Climbing, behind the holly tree, below a narrow jammed flake at 2m. Climb to a ledge and gain the top of the flake. Difficult moves off the flake provide the crux.

    9  Queen’s Highway  E1(5b)
    T. O’Neill, G. Moss 13/7/96
    Start 2m right of Garvaghy Road below the left edge of the 20m slab. Climb a bulge to the foot of the slab and follow an incipient crack line 1m in from a grass-filled crack. Thin moves, poorly protected, lead to a good finish.

    10  Glorious Twelfth  VS(4c)
    G. Moss, L. Convery 12/8/95
    Start 2m right of Queen’s Highway. Climb a bulge to a ledge and good nut placement below the centre of the slab. Delicate moves lead to better holds.

    11  Apprentice Boys  MS
    L. Convery, G. Moss 12/8/95
    Start at a block, 2m. right of Glorious Twelfth. Good in-cut holds lead to a small bracket. Gain this crux, and continue pleasantly to the top.

  • Mini Epics for Beginners

    (by Moira Creedon, from IMC Newsletter Autumn 2003)
    September climbing on Ireland’s Eye


    Despite dodgy forecasts, a perfect day. Light wind, blazing sun, the short paddle to Ireland’s Eye was as smooth as a lake. Paddling around the back coast of the island, the pale rock of the stacks looked enticing and the climbing more impressive than the grades would suggest. We meandered lazily into rock pools and caves, seals playing on the decks of our boats. Landing on the beach, the fire was already lit, barbecue running, paradise.

    Realising it was already 4 o’clock; we roused ourselves for a brief spurt of activity on the crag. Sitting on the top of the inner stack in the warm heat of a September sunset, Howth looked like a Greek island port with the white masts of the yachts in harbour waving in the evening breeze. The world of reality and the mainland seemed an eternity away.

    The Ab rope we had up all afternoon was badly jammed when we went to pull it down. At this stage, fast running out of daylight, after a few expletives I soloed up the easy diff to free the rope. Realising too late of course that I should have brought a sling to leave behind, I abbed down on the shoelace of prussic. Trying hard not to wonder whether Maurice had a phone if and when he needed to call the emergency services when the prussic broke. Particularly at that point where the ab leaves you hanging in mid air. Dropping my own phone into the Irish Sea that afternoon no longer seemed like such a good idea.

    At this stage pitch dark, partly clouded moon, have to gear up the boats in the dark. Time to get the hell off the island, except…I had discarded my keys SOMEWHERE on the island – as I threw off wet suit and rain gear in the blazing sun of the carefree afternoon – a lovely black pouch, very easy to find in the dark, containing car keys, house keys….

    Head torches, as always in these stories, sit safely in the glove compartment of a locked car on the pier in Howth.

    Half an hour of running, increasingly panic-stricken around every path on the island, feeling like Ratty in the Wind in the Willows. Eyes appearing everywhere. Those enormous black rabbits, cute in broad daylight, appeared everywhere in the increasing gloom. False trails everywhere, falling into bracken and nettle, scurrying feet and rustling sounds all around made me thankful for the rabbits as rats began to emerge from their daylight haunts to reclaim the deserted island. I cursed myself for leaving Maurice on the beach to gear up the boats. Staying the night on the island definitely NOT an option.

    An hour of panic and a lot of quivering lip later we finally geared up the boats, and paddled back, reunited with keys but totally exhausted to VERY late night chips on the pier.

    The lesson … ?

    Don’t tell me, I think I’ve worked it out!

  • Winter Camp 2004

    (by Chris Clarke, from IMC Newsletter Spring 2004)
    A winter camp in the Mournes.


    Mountain Range: Mourne Mountains
    Date: 21/22 February 04
    Meet Organiser: Chris Clarke
    Group: Stephen Peel, Allister Gerrard, Kieran Kelly

    There were 3 main elements to the camp: climbing on the Bearnagh Slabs, night navigation, and a 6-hour walk on Sunday to cap it off; if this meet was a sandwich you could not get much more into it.

    The weather forecast for the weekend was dry with northeasterly winds; temperatures “BLUDDY FREEZING”.

    Having reached the campsite, which was the col between Slieve Meelmore and Slieve Bearnagh, we crossed over the Mourne Wall to take advantage of the shelter from the wind. Rather than pitching the tents we went climbing as time was moving on. Chris and Allister decided on Grand Central, (Grade VD 70m); Stephen and Kieran went for Directissima (Grade Severe 80m). The rock surface was very cold to the touch so gloves were kept at the ready when there was a rest or belay break. The friction on the Bearnagh slab is excellent but not as good as in the hot weather when the shoe rubber is softer; nevertheless we ascended the routes in good style and in good time.

    Allister wrote of his first multi pitch route:

       Great! I was nervous at first prior to arriving for the weekend fearing the worst of what may lie ahead in terms of difficulty. However, when Chris told me I would be climbing with him and I saw the Bearnagh Slabs, I thought yes, this could be achievable and I was well on for giving it a bash. The first half was relatively straightforward, although I thought I was suffering from what might be frostbite at this point when my toes were going numb. Which turned out to be more from having very tight shoes and thick socks (poor circulation) combined with the bitter northeast wind. The second part of the climb was very challenging and enjoyable; there were some tricky moves to be negotiated high up on the crag. Overall, very enjoyable and made all the more so thanks to Chris’s guidance. I’d recommend the weekend to everyone for next time; you don’t know what you’re missing. Bring on the next one!

    After returning from the crag the tents were erected; three one-man tents and a bivy bag would shelter us from the elements. Dinner was next on the agenda; after that was downed we headed into the darkness to do night navigation. It was a clear night; for the stargazers it was perfect.

    On Sunday morning there was frost on the tents and for a brief minute or two we had a shower of light hailstones and the cold northerly wind persisted.

    All of the gear was packed away into one tent for shelter and security. The plan today was a walk. From the campsite we headed up to Slieve Bearnagh; from there we dropped down to Hare’s Gap where we crossed paths with other walkers who had come up the Trassey track.

    From Hare’s Gap we headed for Slievenaglogh then on to Slieve Corragh, and finally the gigantic granite pinnacles on Slieve Commedagh; the date on the pinnacle 1913. The sign notifies that trespassers will be prosecuted. From there we dropped down to the col between Slieve Commedagh and Slieve Donard. The walk back along the Brandy Pad was very pleasant; the weather was good as it had been for the entire weekend. Before long we were back at the campsite and an hour or so later we were at the car park.

    We finished off the weekend in the coffee shop beside the car park. The fruit scones, homemade, were scrumptious. The final act was a photo shoot with the kind assistance of the shop assistant.

    The History of the Mourne Wall

    (Information from www.goireland.com)

    The building of the Mourne Wall around the Mourne Catchment provided seasonal but very welcome local employment between the years 1904 and 1922. The wall stands up to 8 feet high and on average it is 3 feet wide. Twenty-two miles in length it connects the summits of no less than 15 mountains, and is a monument to the skill of the men who built it.

    In 1933 the successful damming of the Kilkeel River valley was the culmination of 30 years work initiated by Belfast City and District Water Commissioners (responsible by an Act of Parliament to supply water to the city of Belfast) This set in place first the Mourne Wall and then the immense reservoir in a renamed "silent valley". Built to gather waters from a mountain catchment extending over most of the High Mournes, the Silent Valley and Ben Crom reservoirs supply most of Co. Down and a large part of Belfast for domestic and industrial use.

  • Ice – Exclusive or Elusive?

    (by Kevin Byrne, from IMC Newsletter Spring 2004)
    Chasing the elusive Irish winter ice.


    The cold snap at the end of Feb was probably the final throw in yet another year of poor winter conditions on the Irish hills. These days the west coast may get more snow than the east but nowhere seems to get any more ice than you could shake a shiny new Charlet Moser Quasar at – a steal by the way at €500 the pair, excluding the leashes! Even Scotland has been having a lean time of it. But if you’re an optimist and still have spare cash after forking out for the Quasars, the Rambo crampons, a rack full of Black Diamond Express Ice Screws (excellent value at only €75 a pop…oops) and of course the fully insulated Goretex-Titanium-Fibre-Optic-Ergo-Metric-Fully Branded Babygro for that all-over snugly feeling, there are some good deals available right now on slightly used ski-lifts in the Highlands – one careful owner, fully serviced, stored in a garage etc – guaranteed to whiz you skywards to your very own winter playground!

    A few miserly millimetres of snow, barely enough to dust the rounded tops of our beloved Wicklow – that seems to be all we can expect. But then, just when you think there isn’t an icicle’s chance in hell, you arrive down one day, no axes of course, to find the whole place plastered in ice. Every water course, every boghole, every bit of oozing slime, frozen to a perfect consistency. Frustrating or wha?.

    Much more often though, you find the exact opposite. You know the scenario… Minus 10 in the city for six days running, high expectations, plans made, a struggle out of the scratcher hours before dawn, blindly intent on being first to attack the bulging ice that has surely been building all week in the North Prisons. Ah yes, the thrill of the chase, how satisfying to conquer the virgin ice hours before the hordes … except that as you peer through the swirling mist you find only wet miserable bog, the water gurgling away happily and the slime oozing with its usual consistency. In short, full summer conditions. Even more frustration…and embarrassment to boot as you sidle past the walkers on the summit, afraid they’ll spot the gleaming Quasars and the other mouth-watering technology.

    Why is this? Why can’t we seem to predict the ice conditions if it’s cold enough in the city to freeze …. well, your water tank, say?

    In my experience of searching for the exclusive and elusive Wicklow ice there are a few things that need to be factored in to reduce the guess-work. One critical item is whether or not the hills have a blanket of cloud while the surrounding country-side does not – especially at night time. Of course ‘blanket’ is the operative word here because if the hills are cloud-covered they simply won’t freeze. Meteorologists sitting in Dublin may be able tell whether Lug has a blanket of cloud when the stars are bright in the suburbs but so far I haven’t got in on the secret. More than once I have been disappointed with the amount of freeze and can only put it down to cloud cover.

    Something else to watch out for is wind. In perfectly still conditions it takes a deep cold to penetrate flowing water. But … with a strong wind and cold air the wind chill can be enough to create sprays of water that will freeze and build up to considerable thicknesses. Sitting at home it’s a bit easier to know what the wind has been doing as well as the temperature so next time keep an eye on wind speeds when the temperatures are looking promising.

    A third thing to keep an eye on is how wet or dry the weather has been in the previous week. The best ice is often found where there is continuous slow seepage. But seepage dries up if the rainfall amount has been low, though, on the plus side low rainfall will mean that streams will be low and may freeze up where otherwise they might just thunder on.

    In general the best conditions for ice in the British Isles are created by freeze/thaw conditions. Continuous sub-zero conditions over a week or so, while seeming to promise a lot, might actually create very little ice. Good freeze/thaws don’t often happen here – the thaws are often too strong. So there is a fourth ingredient … fluctuating temperatures, cold at night but above zero during the day works best.

    A fifth ingredient might be snowfall. We tend to associate snow with ice but this is not always the case. In fact sometimes the best ice is to be found when there is no snow. A light fall of snow followed by a rapid melt can create surface water, which will freeze. But a significant snow fall can insulate the ground and prevent the turf and seepage from freezing as well as hiding the best lines. Good ice does not require good snow … and good snow does not usually result in good ice.

    So there you have it … well some of it anyway if my experience is anything to go by. I’m sure there are other subtle factors at play but in conclusion I’d just say that if you’re searching out the elusive winter ice, be prepared to analyse a bit more deeply and you’ll be disappointed less often. Maybe you’ll even be pleasantly surprised from time to time.

    Oh, and by the way those Quasars are last year’s toys. You know it! Deep down you know you really should trade up to the latest model. Go on and do it! If you don’t you’re only fooling yourself…and you won’t be ready for the Big Freeze in 2005.

  • Lover’s Leap, Co. Wicklow

    (by Gerry Moss, from IMC Newsletter Summer 2003)
    A climbing guide to the little Co. Wicklow crag.


    The top of this steep outcrop is smooth and shining, burnished by the feet of the many visitors that have come here down through the centuries, to savour the view and see for themselves the spot where, according to legend, a tragic drama unfolded in the dim and distant past.

    Once upon a time (and long before my father’s time) a distraught young couple came here, fleeing from the wrath of a domineering and avaricious Papa. She was the only child of a wealthy merchant, he was a handsome but impoverished stable-lad in her father’s employ, and they were deeply in love. But it was a love that was forbidden, a love that they could never share in this life. So they came here to end it all and be together forever in the hereafter. Fondly embracing, they bade a tearful adieu to this cruel world, then, hand in hand, they ran to the cliff-edge and jumped.

    But before we allow ourselves to be overcome with grief, we would do well to remember that these old legends have about as much factual content as a Fianna Fáil election manifesto. The truth about Lover’s Leap is likely to be more mundane. Here’s how it probably panned out.

    As they ran towards the edge didn’t the perfidious wench slip her hand from his at the last moment and the poor gom sailed out into space on his own – a bunjee-jumper sans bunjee – to end up in flitters on the boulders below. Meanwhile, the love of his life was legging it back along the track, and arrived home just in time for tea. She knew which side her curranty cake was buttered on. A week later, at the local céilidh, she met up with an exceedingly ancient, uncommonly ugly, but seriously rich farmer from the plains of Royal Meath and they were wed within a month. Was Papa delighted, or what? Honeymooning on the golden sands of balmy Bundoran, there was ne’er a thought for the poor bugger whose bones lay bleaching on the banks of the fast-flowing Dargle. Ain’t life a bitch?

    Your average reader might find this tale of woe very moving, but we climbers, hardened and cynical lot that we are, will disregard the sentimental waffle and hone in on the one significant point in all of this. Which is this: if the crag is high enough to meet the exacting demands of those hell-bent on self-destruction, might it not also be high enough to yield a few routes? Well, in the words of that well-known literary béal bocht from Limerick: ‘Tis.

    Developed too late for inclusion in the guide to Bray Head and minor crags around Dublin, and not considered extensive enough to warrant inclusion in the Wicklow guidebook, this dramatic little outcrop has, as a result, been neglected for years (though someone has been pottering about there recently). Given that it has just come of age; 21 years having passed since the first route was put up in January 1982, we decided to mark the occasion by adding a couple more routes to the list. It is nearly two decades ago that details of the climbs first appeared in these pages, so, for the benefit of our younger members, we include an updated description here. While the crag is not extensive, there is certainly enough to keep one occupied for a half-day, or a long summer’s evening. Steep, south-facing and quick-drying (a bonus in a summer such as this), the crag is generously supplied with sharp, in-cut holds. Back in ’84 Jim Butler aptly described it as ‘user friendly’, the first time I ever heard that term, and aficionados of the climbing wall will feel at home here. While some of the climbs require a certain degree of boldness, most are adequately protected.

    The situation is delightful. Standing high on the slopes of the well-wooded and deep-cut Dargle valley, it rises above the oak trees, offering a pleasant vista out over a broad canopy of mixed woodlands to the summits of Bray Head and the Little Sugarloaf. The murmur of the river below, rushing down over a series of rapids, provides a soothing background and, in early summer, the air is full of bird-song.

    So, when you have run out of dry lines to climb in a rather damp and muddy Quarry, you might consider giving Lover’s Leap a whirl; it offers a change of scene, a change of rock and a change of technique. Who knows, you may even fall in love with the place.

    Approach
    The crag can be approached via Kilcroney or Enniskerry, but the latter is best for car-owners or those travelling by bus. Drive (or walk) up the steep hill out of the village in the direction of the waterfall. Near the top of the hill the main entrance to Powerscourt Demesne is passed on the right and, about 100 metres beyond this, there is good parking on the left, just before a sharp bend to the right. The track starts at the bend, and the crag is fifteen minutes on foot from here. Now very overgrown, the first section of the track is just wide enough for pedestrians to proceed in single file. It broadens after it passes the ruins of the old lodge, and continues beneath some sections of arching laurels. The track narrows again and reaches its highest point after passing through a stretch of furze bushes. Watch out, as it levels off, for a narrow path on the right, which leads to the top of the rock within seconds. Descend a steep path to the right of the rock (facing out) as far as the second oak tree on the left and traverse in over some boulders to the foot of the crag.

    The climbs are described from left to right.

    1  A Home of our own  7m  VS
    G. Moss, D. Doyle, J. Butler 14/4/84
    Start at the mouth of the cave halfway down the descent path. By strenuous moves gain a foothold above the cave. Move right and follow the groove to the top.

    2  Ballroom of Romance  15m  HS 4a
    G. Moss, B. Norton 11/2/84
    Sparse protection makes this a serious route for its grade. Start at the bottom left edge of the Main Face, to the left of the ash trees. Climb directly to a large block on a ledge. Move up left to a higher ledge, below a bulge. From the left end of the ledge make a difficult move to overcome the bulge and follow the edge to the top.

    3  The Odd Couple   16m  HS 4b
    G. Moss, B. Norton 11/2/84
    Start 1m right of Ballroom of Romance below a small cracked overhang at the top of the crag.Climb direct to the overhang which is turned on the right. Good protection beneath the overhang.

    4  It’s a Scorcher  17m  HS 4b
    D. Doyle, G. Moss, J. Butler 14/4/84
    Start between the ash trees. Climb direct to a wide ledge, then slightly rightwards to reach a left-trending line of weakness (good runners here). Follow this until able to step right onto a small ledge. Move up right again to a bigger ledge and more easily to the top.

    5  The Eternal Triangle  17m  VS 4c
    G.Moss, J.Butler, D.Doyle 13/10/84
    Start between ash trees and a little holly bush left of a recess. Climb the right edge for a couple of metres to a ledge. Climb steep wall above to another ledge using a flake on the wall and a foothold on the edge. Climb directly up over a bulge and strenuously up wall to the top.

    6  Toy-boys  20m  VS 4c
    G.Moss, L. Convery 11/6/03
    Start behind the little holly tree. Climb up to gain the crack in the leaning corner. Move up and climb the overhang through the break, just right of the corner. Follow the deep crack above to where it peters out. Step up on the flake and climb the short corner crack slanting up right. Finish over the nose at the highest point of the crag.

    7  Moss Mill Groove  19m  VS 4c
    G. Moss, T. Purcell 9/1/82
    Start in the recess right of a little holly tree. Climb to the top of a block at 2m and make a long step rightwards to a good foothold. Move straight up to the crack in the short overhanging wall above. Climb this on good holds then move up diagonally left, crossing the line of Toy-boys, to reach the bottom of a left‑trending groove. Gain this direct (crux), and follow it to the top.

    8  Frost on the Roof  21m  VD
    G. Moss, T. Purcell 9/1/82
    Start below the overhang at the bottom right of the crag. Climb up diagonally right beneath the overhang to the top of the block and make a difficult step back left to a ledge above the overhang. Climb steeply over ledges just left of a tall block to reach the foot of a narrow blocky ramp leading up to the left-hand holly tree. Climb the edge of the short wall to the left of the holly tree, on good holds.

    9  A Bit on the Side  20m  D
    L. Convery, G.Moss 05/06/03
    Start to the right of the main face, below a corner. Scramble up to the corner and climb it to a ledge on the right, beneath the sharp prow. Move up the corner a little and make an airy move out right, onto the edge. Follow this to the top, keeping right of the holly trees.

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