Within a few short days of arriving in Ireland, we took a trip down to Limerick to pick up a few furniture bits for our new lodgings, and I will never forget driving down the Nenagh bypass (now incorporated into the M7) and gazing at the hills to our left, with a road map in my lap, trying to identify the landmarks of this new land we were calling home. As I stared towards what I deduced (correctly) were the Silvermines, the clouds lifted and the summit Keeper Hill appeared behind them in all its glory. I probably should add here that I was doing all my gazing and landmark research from the safety of the passenger seat, whilst the husband (or “the boyfriend”, as he was known back then) dutifully kept his eyes on the road ahead. I remember saying that I wanted to go up there one day, which elicited a fairly non-committal grunt from the driver’s seat. I can hardly blame him for his lack of enthusiasm or belief in my vow; at the time I was even heavier than I am now, was struggling with an undiagnosed thyroid issue, and would have very definitely been the last to be picked for a ‘Lets All Go Up Keeper Hill’ team!
Earlier last year, during a day out in the Silvermines, I was to recall that car journey and that vow, and spending the day with Keeper Hill in full view only served to strengthen my resolve.
But now I can proudly say that I’ve done it! I’ve walked up to the summit of Keeper Hill, I’ve seen what can be seen, and it was worth every single step!
Many times over the past year, when planning where we were going to walk next, I’d jokingly said “Let’s go up Keeper”, but I’d realistically known in my heart I wasn’t ready, but this time I said it, and I meant it! The weather forecast was good, and I felt good too. The distance felt do-able, and I knew that if I just remained determined, I’d get there. In hindsight, during the planning phase I’d made a fairly important rookie mistake, but I’m here, typing this up, having seen the views from the summit, so it wasn’t a truly terrible blunder, more an error of judgement, a miscalculation if you like! More about that later, but in the meantime, kudos to anyone who can guess what my slight oversight might have been!
We parked up, took the almost obligatory map-board photo, and double checked the route and the distance. This pic nearly always makes it on to my blog posts, but also acts as a quick route checking facility during the walk, being easier and faster to look at my phone than dragging the map out of my rucksack.
We followed the red route.
Can you guess what my rookie mistake might have been?
Immediately out of the car park we headed up hill, and continued heading up hill. After a mile or so of steady ascent I was delighted that the husband was the first one to take the opportunity to
stop for a breather check his boots and adjust his laces. It gave me the chance to think about how many stops we’d have already taken by now if I’d tried this route a year ago. We took this opportunity to offer water to Dolly too.
Just keep heading up!
Dog Water Stop
At one point we passed a highly coloured chalybeate stream, the vivid orange colouration indicating the iron rich nature of the water emerging from this spring.
Chalybeate stream, rich in iron.
We got to the point in the trail where it was decision time. We had agreed that we would see how I felt at this point. One option was to carry straight on, and remain on the Ballyhourigan Woods loop, which would take us around Ballyhourigan woods, and bring us gently back down the hill to the car park. Or, we could turn left, and carry on towards the summit of Keeper Hill. All felt good, and from here the flanks of Keeper Hill didn’t look too scary, and so we turned left and enjoyed a very short, but sweet, downhill section, before resuming an uphill trek.
Doesn’t look THAT daunting!
The trail took us upwards, always upwards, but also around the south-west flank of Keeper Hill and would ultimately leave the Slieve Felim Way to take us straight up the southern side. We passed a few piles of small trees in brown paper sacks, which I assume were baby trees waiting to be planted? And hopefully not dumped by some tree-clearing fly-tipper! I can’t imagine fly-tippers would take the time and care to place each small tree into individual sacks. The views up Keeper Hill actually seemed to get more daunting as we progressed, but all felt good with my legs, feet and lungs, and so we kept going. It did help immensely the glorious views both upwards and down into the valleys certainly contributed to keeping my spirits lifted, and my legs moving.
Further than I though!
Baby trees, or tidy fly-tipper?
This particular waterfall stood out to us, and we can only guess that this the ‘Spout’ as described in the Trail Description. Alas, there was very little water around but we both decided that we’d love to come up here after heavy rain and see the waterfall in full spate.
The Spout – Keeper Hill
The trail was fairly level as it wound around the side of the hill, and a lovely, but short, downhill section provided welcome relief to my tired legs. But all too soon we left the Slieve Felim Way, and the incline got steeper. I found I needed to stop to
rest take in the views around us more often, and I was starting to flag. I found Keeper Hill to be quite deceptive. The incline reduces toward the top making the summit constantly appear to be just over the next ridge. When you felt you were nearly there, you’d get to the top of that rise and find yet another uphill stretch in front of you. In a moment of almost perfect timing we met a lovely lady coming down from the summit, who congratulated me on getting this far, assured me that it wasn’t far to the top now, and that it would all be worth it. There is nothing so good as an encouraging word to help you pick yourself up and re-focus, so whomever you were, thank you!
You knew you were finally getting to the top when the gentle breeze, which had turned into a stronger breeze, ultimately developed into a persistent wind. Even on a beautiful clear, sunny day, the strength of the wind surprised me. The first visual thing to greet us were the telecommunications masts and associated outbuildings, fencing etc, but I tried to ignore those as I took in the glorious views all around us. We found our way to the trig point, and I scrambled over the boulders to pose for the almost obligatory Trig pic. I can’t describe the feeling of being on top of a mountain that you’ve wanted to go up for so very long. Keeper might not be one of Ireland’s ‘biggies’, but at 694 metres (2,277 ft), it’s a creditable No.57 in the Irish Highest Hundred List, the highest point in North Tipperary, and is a mountain that has captivated me ever since I first moved to this country. Standing atop of it was a massive achievement for me, and I’ll admit I was grinning like a loon. A sweaty, red-faced loon, but a loon nonetheless!
Keeper Hill – Trig point memorial plaques.
Keeper Hill – views from the summit
The photo of me, using the trig point to stay upright, partly due to the strong wind and partly due to my wobbly legs, is in my opinion hideous, so that particular photo remains for my eyes only, but here’s a slighty arty pic of the husband enjoying the views down over the Silvermines from the summit!
Keeper Hill summit
We found a small spot, out of the wind, to sit down, absorb the views and enjoy a well-earned cup of tea. We shared a packet of wine gums with Dolly, and celebrated with a ‘Summit’ Snickers bar. I checked my phone to see our progress on the Runkeeper app, and at this point, after a little bit of head-scratching, it dawned on me that I had made a bit of a silly rookie mistake! Did you guess what it might have been? I have been so used to doing looped routes and trails, that when I checked the trail distance for this route, I thought that an 8.2km (5.1 miles) route, incorporating the summit of Keeper Hill would be an admirable hike for someone of my size and fitness level. It never occurred to me that, this being a linear route, the 8.2km was the distance in one direction. It had occurred to me a few times, on our way up, that we had walked quite a way to get to the summit but just put it down to my mind playing tricks on me during the sections where I struggled the most. Oh boy! That made getting to this summit feel even better! Although I was a little deflated to see one of those mad hill runners, looking fresh as a daisy, sprint up to the trig point, touch it, and then sprint back downhill again. I try not to let them make me feel inadequate, and firmly remind myself to walk my own miles, and not to judge myself against how others do theirs! But deep down I’ll confess I feel a little jealous of anyone with the fitness levels, and strength of mind, to do something as insane as hill/fell running.
5 miles up meant 5 miles back down, and so we started our descent. I’m always surprised to find that going downhill is almost as hard work as going up, although it always seems to go quicker. I discovered that the joy of an uphill linear trail is being able to enjoy the views even more on the way down, because you’re no longer concentrating on keeping up enough motivation to get to the top! However, my legs were getting decidedly wobbly by the time the car park came into view, and for the first time ever my feet were really sore. However, the achievement and memory of sitting with a cup of tea on top of my favourite mountain, combined with (mostly) coping admirably with the unexpected and unplanned distance that we’d covered, meant that I was still smiling as I finally dropped my rucksack into the back of the car and filled a water bowl for Dolly.
The DOMS hit me by about Tuesday, and Dolly certainly preferred her comfy bed to her daily walk for a couple of days…but Keeper Hill was absolutely worth every step, and I’m lucky that it is relatively local to me. I can’t wait to do it again!
Keeper Hill, North Tipperary
Dolly…slightly less bouncy!
Looking back at Keeper Hill, North Tipperary