“Ugly Lugna” says Eirish Times
Today’s Eirish Times includes a fully frontal and unprovoked savaging of Leinster’s mighty Lugna stating that it “offers little in the way of beauty”. In a poison piece penned by some scurrilous hack writing under the pseudonym MacConnell, wave upon wave of derision is heaped upon the minor massif. I quote: ............“The only reason most people climb it is that it is Leinster's largest mountain and is therefore an Irish Munro: in other words, it is more than 915m (3,000ft) tall and qualifies internationally as a mountain.
The fact is that the Lug, as it is known, is an ugly bit of landscape, and I venture to suggest that were it a human being it would have no friends and were it a horse it would never win a race.
It does not impress me that the mountain is named after Lu or Lugh, the great god of light who led the De Danaans at the battle of Moytura, and who slew Balor of the Evil Eye with his sling. He is a Celtic Hermes or Apollo.
He may well be all of those things, but there is no great pleasure in traversing his flanks, as you are unlikely to see any deer or falcons, but you will hear the rattle of artillery from the army ranges on the northern side of the mountain.”.......
If I may be permitted to reply in the language of the American musician Chuck L. Berry (whose folks on his Mom’s side were Finns of Seefinn*), “if you want to woo her, do not begin South of her Border down Mexico way”. You see the intrepid Big Mac perpetrated an antartic assault on her Imaalese flanks. The fact is that no sane suitor approaches from the rear. Friends, (let us embrace our fallen brother McCain whilst we’re Abel):friends I say, pass through azure ‘malure and zig zag to Art’s Lough, consider Benleagh afar, and swing round Cloghernagh to the Great Plains in the sky. And don’t tell me that it wasn’t where the Tribes assembled long ago. Then,as evening falls, descend into the awesome amphitheatre of Fraughan Rock , and step by pounding waters to the stage below.To those who are too blind to see I say that WE,the hill folk of Eire, are not ashamed to go “weak in the presence of beauty”. (*You may wish to read Chuck L. Berry Finn before your next Lug ascent) (See the vile outburst at http://www.irishtimes.com/newspaper/travel/2008/1122/1227276708588.html)