The Eurovision Song Contest will take place in the beautiful city of Liverpool, England in May this year.  Ireland has won the contest seven times, the first being in1970 with Dana singing ‘All Kinds Of Everything’. 

There followed Johnny Logan in 1980 with ‘What’s Another Year’, Johnny Logan again in 1987 with ‘Hold Me Now’.  Next came Linda Martin in 1992 with ‘Why Me’ Niamh Kavanagh with ‘In Your Eyes’ in 1993, Paul Harrington and Charlie McGettigan in 1994 with ‘Rock ‘n’ Roll Kids’ and the last time we won was in 1996 with Eimear Quinn singing ‘The Voice’.

2023 is the 67th Eurovision Song Contest and we in Donegal are hoping to see Ireland romp home as winners with a Donegal musician at the helm .

Six acts will compete on the Late, Late Show on RTE in February to represent Ireland this year and two of those acts are very talented Donegal musicians.

Leila Jane with her song ‘Wild’ is from New Mills just outside the town of Letterkenny and Andrew Carr, aka Agdy who will sing his song 'Too Good For Your Love', is from Bunbeg in Gweedore, Donegal.  Let’s get behind them and push for a Donegal act to not only represent Ireland but to bring the win to our own county of Donegal. 

We wish them each the very best of luck ~ and stay tuned … MORE UPDATES ON THIS VERY SOON.  

Visiting some of the better known holy wells of County Donegal is simple.  They are on maps and usually signposted.  However, finding the many, many not so well known in the county can prove difficult and in some cases, impossible.

So far, I have only failed to find two of those I know of and it could be that these are no longer in existence.  I will still keep asking and investigating and may some day find them.

In the meantime, I continue to visit more of Donegal's holy wells to photograph and find local information on.

And, as with the heading here, the key definitely is local help.

For instance, I wanted to find the holy well in Mountcharles that is dedicated to St. Peter and St. Paul and had a vague idea where it was from old maps.

Which showed the holy well in this field ... 

Now just imagine having to search this muddy field without local help!

Luckily, a local man in the area who had never heard of this holy well even though he had lived there his entire 40 plus years, was able to direct me to another man in the area.  I asked 'is he the man who knows everything?' and he smiled, and said 'yes'.

This is my name for the man or woman who has great local knowledge and they have proven invaluable in my quest to find all the holy wells of Donegal.

We found the Man Who Knows Everything and a very nice man he was too.  When asked for directions he simply took up his hiking stick and said 'come with me.'

Walking along the road to the above field we chatted and he told me bits of history about the well and the area and even people who lived in some of the old, now derelict cottages we passed on the way.

Entering the field The Man Who Knows Everything (TMWKE) walked over the field with me splashing through mud behind him and my husband making sure I didn't end up on my bum in the mud!  

And there it was, the holy well of St. Peter and St. Paul, still with fresh water and surrounded by lots of greenery.  Such a joy to find it is still there and in pretty good condition considering it has been buried under lots of bushes for many years.

​TMWKE also pointed out the three cairns there (now under lots of growth and not really visible) and also the location of St. Peter's Seat, a rock there I had read about.

So if you need to find anything always look for the Man or Woman Who Knows Everything in an area - they are there, and like the holy wells, you just need to find them.

People of west Donegal will once again enjoy the exciting spectacle of hundreds of motor-bikers making their way along our roads. 

These men and women come from all over Ireland, the UK, and further afield to get together to honour the memory of a young girl called Sandra Boyle of Killybegs, County Donegal, who tragically lost her life to leukaemia on the eve of her 18th birthday. 

​Her parents, Jim and Rosaleen, organise this charity event each year to honour Sandra and also to raise a lot of  money for various charities, this year being The Mater Foundation.  

Teddy bears and other soft toys are tied to fences, poles, trees etc. along route of the ride and bikers and cars on it usually have soft toys tied to them.  It really is heart-warming and quite a sight to see and shows the support of so many for this event.

If you are on the route, please try to have at least one soft toy attached to your fence, gate, etc.  And be sure to get out to wave to the bikers as they pass!

Tourists in any of the towns will enjoy this spectacle too ~ the noise of hundreds of motorbikes approaching will ensure they won't go by unnoticed that's for sure!  Again, be sure to give them a big wave and get involved by adding pics or video clips to your social media hashtag it #SandrasRun #Donegal and whatever town you are in when you see them.

Remember: SATURDAY 2ND JULY 2002 is the day!  For this years route, scroll down.

PREVIOUS Sandra's Run posts here.
Sandra's Run 2017 
Sandra Run ~ the homecoming of the bikers  
Sanra's Run ~ Gweebarra Bridge 

This is turning into quite an adventure and almost a competition with myself.

Currently I am up to approximately 61 sites with many more being investigated prior to attempts to find them.

Of course there are still some to find that will be quite easy but there are quite a few more that may prove more difficult.

Much homework is done prior to a field outing to photograph a site and speak to locals about their own Holy Well.

At home my husband searches old maps trying to pin-point exact locations and I spend days reading anything I can find about each site.  

Each field trip turns into a 12-14 hour day given the travelling and then investigating information from those who know in each area.  We may return home having only been able to get to a couple of them but learning so much on the way.

Recently we found one that I had never heard of before.  My husband found it on an old map during his research so we set out to find it.

It sits at the very top of a hill in Inishowen and is interesting too in that it sits right beside an ancient ringfort, now collapsed.  I spoke at length with the farmer who owns the land and his memories of it as a child and more recent information.  He said that not many people come to it now but that local schools bring their children there every now and then which is good in that it keeps it alive moving forward into the future.

Getting to it involved driving up a winding road, passing through a farmyard in our car and then on to the top.  A short climb up an uneven piece of ground, getting over an old barbed wire fence and then gingerly making my way over rocks and stones to get to the Well.  I was glad of the old fence along the perimeter as it gave me something to steady myself on as I made my way over rocks and uneven ground.

It was worth all the effort to find an unmodernised Well, still with votives left there.  Little bits and pieces and coins left by people who had come to pray for loved ones and still there and untouched since. 

From where I stood I could see much of Inishowen and more particularly extensive views over the Isle of Doagh and Trawbreaga Bay.

Seeking out and finding more Holy Wells of Donegal is proving quite a very rewarding adventure.  Particularly one I will write about shortly, one which had us making our way through 5 feet high ferns to name but one of the obstacles!

Today, the 9th of June, is the feast of Donegal’s saint, Colmcille (aka Columba) who was born near Gartan in County Donegal in 521 AD.

Naturally there are quite a few Holy Wells in County Donegal dedicated to him, nearly two dozen in fact.

In my continuing quest to photograph as many of Donegal’s Holy Wells as possible, I visited a very interesting Holy Well on the Inishowen peninsula of Donegal which is dedicated to him.

Finding it, as has been the case with many Holy Wells, is a little difficult but asking locally ensured my husband and I had excellent directions making finding it then simple.
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The approach to it however is not so simple.  It is on the shoreline below Binnion Hill and after you cross a thin concrete bridge, the ground becomes very uneven as it has been eaten away by the ebbing and flowing of the tide which has cut a channel alongside it.

After walking for al short while we rounded a bend and from there could see the metal cross on the shoreline which sits beside the Well.

The Well itself is a spring, fed from below, and surrounded by stones.  The setting is very pretty but we were warned to take care as the stones can be very slippery.  Which makes sense given they are covered by the sea twice a day and have sea plants stuck to them.  The sludge-like sand around the Well is thick and a bit boggy in places too.

The Well, like almost two dozen in County Donegal, is dedicated to Saint Colmcille and is said to have various cures.  A local man there told us the story of his then girlfriend, now wife.  He said that as a young couple they didn’t have much faith in cures at Holy Wells but she wanted to get rid of a wart on one of her fingers so he took her to this Holy Well and she dipped her finger in the water.  A month or so later she showed him her finger where the wart had once been showing it was now gone. 

He also told us that people used to take their cattle there to make sure they remained healthy and indeed Enri O’Muirgheasa’s 1936 book makes the following reference: “It was formerly believed that if cattle were driven between the well and the shore at full tide it would render them immune from disease …”. 
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Enri O’Muirgheasa further says about the water from this Well “… and was also a cure for infertility.”

And interestingly in the same book the author says “The tide passes over the well, but when the tide ebbs the water in the well is fresh.” 

I thought this seemed a bit far-fetched and so I had to taste the water from the Well.  How could the water remain fresh when it is covered by the salty sea twice a day?

I took a scoop of the water and as I stood there, with the sea coming in around me. I sipped it and the water was indeed fresh. 

This surprised me greatly so I took a second sip and this too was clear water with not a hint of salt. 

So there you go.  I can’t explain it but then with such things I suppose it just is and explanation is not necessary.

Sliabh Liag, a stunning part of County Donegal, are the highest accessible sea cliffs in Europe.  They stand magnificently above the crashing Atlantic Ocean 1,972 feet below.  For more on height comparisons scroll down.

You can stand on the viewing platform and just take in the pure, fresh sea air and absorb the ever changing colours of the cliffs before you.  In wet weather you will even see small waterfalls tumbling down the cliffs at various points. 

The colours of the rock formations and growths of different plants on the cliffs are an artist or photographers dream and I often think that some of our Donegal weavers get their ideas for colours from these cliffs.

THE HEIGHT AND HOW IT COMPARES ...

As to the height of the cliffs and to give you comparisons, Sliabh Liag stand at 1,972 feet / 601 meters and are taller than all these:

The Cliffs of Moher, another of Ireland’s famous attractions, stand at 702 feet / 214 meters making them just over a third of the size of Sliabh Liag.  And other notable places/buildings to compare with …

The Eiffel Tower in France stands at 984 feet / 300 meters.

The White Cliffs of Dover, 350 feet / 110 meters.

The Statue of Liberty, from ground to tip, 305 feet / 92.99 meters.

The Empire State Building, 1250 feet / 381 meters.  (1,454 feet/443 meters to tip).

So you can now get some perspective on how high Sliabh Liag actually is. 

Very high!  In fact they are the exact same height as the fourth tallest building in the world, The Abraj Al-Bait Clock Tower in Saudia Arabia.

Regardless of the height, it is still a place even those with concerns about heights can visit as there are fences at the edge and paths laid out.  But as with all high places great care must be taken and common sense comes in handy too.

People making their way to very top and to One Man's Pass.  Remember, cloud can form rapidly at such a height and can be a great danger.  

A WARNING ~ Please read.
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One final thing, if you take your dog with you NEVER, EVER take off its lead.  Why?  Because your dog, no matter how adorable, can scare one of the sheep always grazing there.  This can cause the sheep to run away and perhaps slip and tumble off the cliffs. 

If the sheep just died there and then that would be bad enough but no, many of them land on a ledge or unapproachable rocks below.  And because they can’t be rescued, they die there, slowly of starvation. 

​And if that doesn’t touch you, remember it could be your dog who slips and falls to die in that same, horrific way.  So NEVER take the lead off your dog/s there.

I have been taking photographs of Holy Wells from some time but usually only if there happens to be one where I am photographing other sites.  Then I will get to it and take photographs.  But recently I was what I can only describe as “bitten” by a desire to find them all.

When I was initially “bitten” I thought that maybe I would have about fifty or so to find and photograph.  How wrong was I?  The true figure is probably around 150. Even with all my travels around Donegal I had no idea there were so many!   This could take some time.  Certainly a much longer than I first envisaged.

Some, of course, are easy to find.  Many others, not so.  I am eternally grateful to have a husband who is willing and able to assist me on this journey.  He spends many hours poring over old maps trying to pin point the location of old Holy Wells, some of which, on searching the area they had once been,  I find have disappeared either through development in the area or simply have been allowed to fall in and collapse and get overgrown and, until now, mostly forgotten. 

I want too to find information and the location of those Holy Wells now no longer there too.  I fear if I don’t they will disappear into antiquity and become forgotten.  If I note them then at least there is proof and information they once existed and were probably very important to people in their area many years ago.

It is a laborious task.  It takes at least one week to research, find, then travel to to photograph every two Holy Wells.  At least.  Of course some were quicker but generally it needs patience, not something I am blessed in abundance with but I am determined too so will soldier on in my quest … in search of the Holy Wells of Donegal.

If you know of a Holy Well in your area, or have any folklore you have heard about any Donegal Holy Well, or indeed old photographs of any of them, please contact me at welovedonegal@mail.com 

Like many people who know of this majestic mountain which standing at 751 meters or 2,464 feet, is the highest in Donegal. 

Unlike most people we did the climb in absolutely appalling weather.  While this wasn’t intentional, choosing a month like February to do it, it was possible.  

The weather leading up to the appointed date was fine, giving not a sign of the weather we would have on said appointed date.  The appointed date being the 14th of February 2018, St. Valentine’s Day.  And sure what better way to spend Valentine’s Day?

With it being Valentine’s Day I packed my rucksack with a bottle of fizz, 2 champagne flutes (plastic for safety not by choice), clothes to change into at the top: a red tutu (as you do), red high wedge ankle boots, and of course, a tiara.  Not really the usual things found in the rucksack of a person aiming to climb Errigal I am sure. 

I thought a black heart-shaped balloon, filled with helium, would complete the imagined photograph of us at the summit. 
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And how did that work out?  The balloon was whipped off my rucksack where it had been tied by the gale force winds before we even set foot on the mountain!  The clothes and tiara?  By the time I made it to the top I could barely stand up let alone think of donning a tutu and tiara for a photograph.  And I will never get that nearly an hour back I spent prior to leaving home pulling heavy leggings over the light-weight black ones to wear with the tutu!  ​

Having absolutely no idea of the route up the mountain we asked Iain Millar of Unique Ascent to guide us.  Iain, from his website: “Iain is a fully qualified mountain instructor, an approved provider of National Governing Body awards with Mountaineering Ireland and is registered and is a fully insured full member of the Association of Mountain Instructors. (AMI) He is experienced and qualified to take people safely on journeys of true adventure for those seeking an experience that will live forever in their happy memories.”  And boy was this an experience that will forever live in my memory!

We were so glad we had Iain with us.  For a start off he knew the best place to begin the hike.  You will see all over the internet how very wet and boggy the path advised leading from the car park can be.  But with Iain as our guide he knew how to avoid the worst of this. 

We began our ascent (sans heart-shaped balloon) and the weather was cold.  But not as cold as it was to get.  We ran into snow – deep snow. 

Iain had to tell us how to move here as it was so steep and snow packed.  We had to kick our way up it, kicking one boot hard into it to get a foothold then the next and so on.  

​And then came the hailstones.  Hard, pelting marbles of ice battering off us.  What could possibly make this better?  Oh, I know, rain!  Down came the rain. 

My woollen bobble had was teetering down nearly covering my eyes at this stage.  Later I would be glad of this. 

​As an aside, I noticed from one of the photographs (before my hat covered my face almost completely), that despite the weather, the terrain and the effort, my make-up remained intact, including lipstick still perfect.– which made me smile.

And then the fog descended.  When I look at the photographs now I am eternally grateful that both the fog and the fact that my soaking hat was covering my eyes. 

The steep drop all around me was invisible to me as my husband held my hand and we moved on up the mountain.  I just kept my head down and ploughed on determined to get to the top. 

But for Iain being there I know for a fact we would never have made it.  Not only because of the conditions but also he seemed to give out an air of confidence that we would do this.  And we felt secure in his knowledge and skills.  

The wind got up – just as we thought we had enough variety of weather to do us.  And Iain told us it was chill factor minus 8.  Which is cold.  The odd thing is that I never once felt cold – and believe me, I am the sort who likes a blanky to wrap up in sitting in front of an open fire watching TV! 
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The reason, Iain said, is that if you are dressed properly and you move at the correct pace the cold shouldn’t be a factor.  And he was right.  Oddly, sometimes, despite the atrocious weather, I actually felt warm.  

Eventually we reached the top.  My legs were like jelly and I dissolved in a heap.  I could have cared less that the ground below me was wet.  Iain’s dog was saved from sitting on the wet summit because he sat on me.  Which I didn’t mind as he was warm and cuddly. 

​My backpack full of nice things to wear for a photograph doubled as a cushion for me for a while.  I hadn’t the strength left to open it after our polar hike let alone dream of changing.  

The weather at the top was beautiful.  Crystal clear blue skies for a while.  But the fear of heights I thought I had under control bit me and the thought of standing up to take photos terrified me. 

I sat at the top, camera raised in the air, taking photos of the beautiful valley of Dunlewey almost two and a half thousand feet below.  Luckily my husband is not at all bothered by heights and was happily snapping away. 

Iain wanted to take a photo of us at the top and took off over One Man’s Pass, a very narrow strip that connects the other part of the mountain with the peak, like a mountain goat!  Getting up to pose for a picture was all I could do and weakly wave.

After some strength came back to me we began our descent. 

​I basically walked down with my eyes shut, holding hands with my husband.  Well it was St. Valentine’s Day after all (and nothing to do with the fact my hat was back over my eyes so I didn’t have to see the steep drops around me!).

My husband said we were nearing the car park but I didn’t want to look.  I just wanted to keep ploughing on, desperate to get to the car and off this bloody mountain!  My legs were literally jelly when I got as far as the car park and all I wanted to do was get something to eat and get home. 
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I have climbed Errigal once: in snow, ice, hailstones, gale-force winds, chill factor eight.  I will never, ever climb Errigal again.  Not even on the most perfect summer’s day.

But if I haven't put you off with my trials and tribulations, then I highly recommend you too engage the skills of Iain Miller.  You can contact him via his website UNIQUE ASCENT.

I love wandering around old graveyards.  There can be so much beauty there: the shapes of stones; the new life nature brings going on all around the old graves; and of course, the inscriptions on those gravestones. 

​Nature was very evident yesterday on a misty, wet February day in Killydonnell Friary on the shores of Lough Swilly between Letterkenny and Ramelton.  

Dotted among the graves and with the ancient stones of the walls of the 15th century friary as a backdrop, clumps of that flower that tells us spring is here, the tiny snowdrop, spread in front of me. 

The ancient and the new:  memories of the past and hope for the future.

Which I suppose is what a graveyard is about. 

Memories of the past in the inscriptions on the gravestones and hope for the future of those still alive to have these stones erected and engraved in memory of their dead loved ones.

​Amongst all the graves one struck me as particularly poignant and that is the grave of a family called Murray. 

The inscriptions there were full of love for a departed father and then later, the love too for this mans Donegal. 

​The gravestone shows that buried there is a man called John Murray Snr and his son, John Murray Jnr.  Also there is a baby girl, daughter of John Murray Snr who died at just 2 years of age in 1947.  John Murray Snrs father, David who died in 1937.

On the grave of John Murray Snr there is a piece of marble shaped like an open book with the inscription:

“In loving memory of a kind and gentle father with sorrow for the short time we had together. 
Your loving son John.”

From the dates on the headstone it seems that John’s father had died when John Jnr was still in his teens hence the “… for the short time we had together” inscription on the book shaped marble stone. 

​His father died in 1961 at the relatively young age of 51 and John Jnr died in 2019 at the age of 77 making his age at the death of his beloved father just 19.

​Behind his father’s grave, sitting atop the base of an old tree and overlooking the Swilly is a perfectly circular piece of marble with the following words carved on it: