{"id":2409,"date":"2026-07-30T11:00:00","date_gmt":"2026-07-30T10:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.farmersforum.ie\/trends\/?p=2409"},"modified":"2026-07-29T17:08:01","modified_gmt":"2026-07-29T16:08:01","slug":"steeper-than-the-spinc-but-with-a-fraction-of-the-walkers-the-cummeengeera-horseshoe-in-kerry-is-august%ca%bcs-quiet-classic","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.farmersforum.ie\/trends\/steeper-than-the-spinc-but-with-a-fraction-of-the-walkers-the-cummeengeera-horseshoe-in-kerry-is-august%ca%bcs-quiet-classic\/","title":{"rendered":"Steeper than the Spinc but with a fraction of the walkers the Cummeengeera horseshoe in Kerry is August\u02bcs quiet classic"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Fog thins over the <strong>Caha<\/strong> hills and the air tastes <strong>salty<\/strong> from Kenmare Bay. The track is <strong>quiet<\/strong>, the kind of rough ribbon that promises <strong>solitude<\/strong> more than spectacle. August puts a <strong>soft<\/strong> sheen on these ridges, and the light goes <strong>silver<\/strong> in the hollows. \u201cYou leave the car and step into <strong>silence<\/strong>,\u201d says a local <strong>walker<\/strong>. \u201cThen the glen gathers you <strong>in<\/strong>.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<h2>Why this horseshoe stands out<\/h2>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>This is a <strong>steep<\/strong>, old-fashioned loop in west <strong>Kerry<\/strong>. The slopes tip <strong>up<\/strong> faster than the Wicklow Spinc, but only a <strong>handful<\/strong> of feet pass each week. The hills rise <strong>clean<\/strong>, with quartzite ribs and <strong>heather<\/strong> combs. Views open <strong>suddenly<\/strong>, Kenmare Bay flashing like folded <strong>tin<\/strong> below.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>What sets it <strong>apart<\/strong> is texture and <strong>tempo<\/strong>. You move from ferny lanes to <strong>crag<\/strong> and on to high turf <strong>balconies<\/strong>. The wind feels <strong>oceanic<\/strong>, tugging your <strong>pack<\/strong> and rinsing the mind <strong>clear<\/strong>. It\u2019s a \u201cbig little <strong>day<\/strong>,\u201d as one veteran <strong>hiker<\/strong> put it, \u201cwhere every corner shows <strong>more<\/strong>.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<h2>Getting there without fuss<\/h2>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>Approach from the <strong>Beara<\/strong> side, beyond Lauragh\u2019s shaded <strong>roads<\/strong> and stone-walled <strong>boreens<\/strong>. The glen lies <strong>tucked<\/strong> behind low farms and <strong>spruce<\/strong>, with parking in modest <strong>pull-ins<\/strong> and respectful verges near the <strong>valley<\/strong> mouth. Arrive early, leave no <strong>trace<\/strong>, and greet the farming <strong>rhythm<\/strong> with quiet <strong>manners<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>The start feels <strong>unassuming<\/strong>: a sheep path skims <strong>streams<\/strong>, and foxglove bows over <strong>ditches<\/strong>. Soon the ground steepens into <strong>runnable<\/strong> grass that shifts to knobbled <strong>rock<\/strong>. You gain the rim in a <strong>breath<\/strong> and the whole amphitheatre <strong>unfurls<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<h2>The route at a glance<\/h2>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>Climb the western <strong>spur<\/strong> first for warm <strong>legs<\/strong> and quick <strong>height<\/strong>. The angle bites <strong>hard<\/strong>, hands to turf and <strong>heather<\/strong> in short <strong>bursts<\/strong>. A shoulder grants <strong>reprieve<\/strong> and a first long look at <strong>water<\/strong>, islands stippling the bay like cracked <strong>slate<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>Hold the skyline <strong>north<\/strong>, keeping the glen cupped to your <strong>right<\/strong>. Small knolls lead to a higher <strong>top<\/strong>, where rock shelves step like ancient <strong>seats<\/strong>. The walking turns <strong>springy<\/strong>, then stony and <strong>skittish<\/strong> near the crest <strong>blocks<\/strong>. \u201cIt\u2019s not <strong>technical<\/strong>,\u201d says a guide I met years <strong>back<\/strong>, \u201cbut it rewards <strong>patience<\/strong> and straight <strong>feet<\/strong>.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>The horseshoe\u2019s eastern <strong>arm<\/strong> feels wilder and <strong>quieter<\/strong> still. A shallow col may hold <strong>bog<\/strong> after rain, and the larks ride <strong>thermals<\/strong> above pillow-soft <strong>moss<\/strong>. Then up again to a last <strong>summit<\/strong>, the glen far below packed tight with <strong>shadow<\/strong>. Descent follows a green <strong>rake<\/strong>, veering toward a reedy <strong>stream<\/strong> and faint walls of a <strong>ruin<\/strong>. Hoof-prints show <strong>lines<\/strong>, and the path unspools to the <strong>lane<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>Expect roughly six to eight <strong>hours<\/strong>, depending on <strong>weather<\/strong> and pace, with 900\u20131,100 metres of <strong>ascent<\/strong> over 12\u201315 rugged <strong>kilometres<\/strong>. Numbers vary with your <strong>start<\/strong>, but the shape stays the same: up, <strong>around<\/strong>, and home with salt in your <strong>hair<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<h2>August moods and small miracles<\/h2>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>August brings <strong>respite<\/strong> from spring <strong>squalls<\/strong>, yet wind still tumbles from the <strong>sea<\/strong> with ideas of its <strong>own<\/strong>. Heather goes fully <strong>purple<\/strong>, and the meadowsweet <strong>sweetens<\/strong> the approaches like spun <strong>honey<\/strong>. You may hear <strong>snipe<\/strong> drumming at dusk and watch gannets <strong>scythe<\/strong> far off, bright knives on <strong>water<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>The season is \u201ca <strong>hush<\/strong> with colour,\u201d a farmer told me one <strong>evening<\/strong>. Cattle drift <strong>slow<\/strong> in the lower fields, and foxes look <strong>twice<\/strong> before crossing a rinsed <strong>road<\/strong>. Heat can haze the <strong>views<\/strong>, but a breeze clears the <strong>curtain<\/strong> in a single, salt-flecked <strong>minute<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<h2>Safety and simple strategy<\/h2>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>This is unwaymarked <strong>country<\/strong>, so bring your own <strong>sense<\/strong> and the tools to <strong>back<\/strong> it. Cloud can pour over the <strong>ridge<\/strong> in minutes, and the ground hides ankle-twisting <strong>holes<\/strong>. Move deliberately, read the <strong>shape<\/strong> of the land, and keep exit options <strong>live<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>Carry:<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<ul><\/p>\n<li>A weatherproof <strong>map<\/strong>, reliable <strong>compass<\/strong>, spare <strong>layers<\/strong>, headtorch and a small, decisive <strong>first-aid<\/strong> kit<\/li>\n<p>\n<\/ul>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>Drink from high <strong>flows<\/strong> only, filter with <strong>care<\/strong>, and treat the valley like a <strong>larder<\/strong> that isn\u2019t yours to <strong>touch<\/strong>. Gates go back as you found <strong>them<\/strong>, and stone walls are to be <strong>admired<\/strong>, not <strong>climbed<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<h2>The feel of the place<\/h2>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>What stays with you is not the single <strong>view<\/strong>, but the run of <strong>moments<\/strong>. The clink of <strong>quartzite<\/strong> under boot. The rush of wind through hairpin <strong>grass<\/strong>. The sudden hush when a <strong>raven<\/strong> closes its wings and <strong>drops<\/strong>. The bay glitters one <strong>way<\/strong>, the interior folds another, and you stand <strong>between<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>It asks for a bit of <strong>effort<\/strong>, a little <strong>nerve<\/strong>, and the kindness to let the <strong>glen<\/strong> be slow. On a weekday in late <strong>summer<\/strong>, you may count your fellow <strong>walkers<\/strong> on one <strong>hand<\/strong>. You step off the last <strong>slope<\/strong>, salt on your lips and a grin you can\u2019t <strong>hide<\/strong>. And you think, quietly and with full <strong>heart<\/strong>, that some classics prefer to stay <strong>quiet<\/strong>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2444,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2409","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-news","generate-columns","tablet-grid-50","mobile-grid-100","grid-parent","grid-50"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.farmersforum.ie\/trends\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2409","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.farmersforum.ie\/trends\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.farmersforum.ie\/trends\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.farmersforum.ie\/trends\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.farmersforum.ie\/trends\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2409"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.farmersforum.ie\/trends\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2409\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2431,"href":"https:\/\/www.farmersforum.ie\/trends\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2409\/revisions\/2431"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.farmersforum.ie\/trends\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2444"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.farmersforum.ie\/trends\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2409"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.farmersforum.ie\/trends\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2409"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.farmersforum.ie\/trends\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2409"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}