Slemish Sunday
On Sunday 10 August, Terry, accompanied by Frank's son Peter tackled the Slemish Mountain. Here are some highlights of the 5.5 mile climb!
Silence is Golden!
With the wind whipping around the top of Slemish Mountain like it had a personal vendetta, poor Terry’s commentary didn’t stand a chance!
As part of his epic 100-mile trek in honour of his friend Frank, Terry tackled the climb alongside Peter, Frank’s son. This five-and-a-half-mile stretch nudged Terry past the halfway mark — just a breezy forty-seven miles to go! (Easy, right? Well… maybe not for the feet.)
Slemish isn’t your average Sunday stroll. This climb has you scrambling up steep slopes, but the reward is worth it — a jaw-dropping 360° panorama of County Antrim. Standing proudly at about 1,500 feet (437 metres), Slemish is actually the ancient heart of an extinct volcano.
A Warm, Woolly Welcome with Sound
(mostly Baaa)
Clearly delighted to see Terry and Peter, the local sheep wasted no time in trotting over, their woolly heads bobbing in friendly curiosity. All bleating cheerfully, as if announcing the grand arrival of their long-lost companions!
Not that Terry and Peter will need it, but there are certainly more than enough to count here before going to sleep, though with this lot jostling for attention, they might lose track around thirty-seven and have to start over. Still, in the morning sun surrounded by the raucous chorus of “baa” and the faint scent of pasture, it felt like exactly the sort of reception every intrepid wanderer should get.
Hats off to you, Terry and Peter, for conquering the climb — we’re cheering you all the way to the finish line!