[RWD version 1 ] This route takes in some of the outlying summits of the Comeraghs (Carrignagower, Seefin and Milk Hill) but can easily be modified to take in the main summits which we bypassed on this route having previously climbed them. Although there is not too much ascent overall on this route, and most of it is completed with the steep pull up from The Gap to Carrignagower, the terrain is for the most part challenging, comprised of squelching bog (in places heavily eroded into hags), interspersed with bilberry, heather and tussocky grass, making progress slow. Care should be taken approaching the summit cairn on Carrignagower, as the ground is literally peppered with fragments of conglomerate rock that is uneven underfoot and partially concealed by moss. Atop the broad plateau, judging distance across an endless expanse of bog and heath is difficult. We seemed to walk forever to reach the concrete building on Seefin which appeared and disappeared from view with depressing regularity as we wove our way across the featureless, undulating bog. After pausing for much needed food and refreshment at a chaotic jumble of rocks fashioned into a crude bivy, but that was obviously once a prehistoric monument, we struck out for Milk Hill via the Carrigbrack ridge. We watched the sun sink low in the western sky from its unremarkable summit, finally exploding on the horizon in a crimson orb which tainted the summer clouds a Baroque riot of violet, marshmallow pink and apricot. We deliberately started this walk late in the day so as to complete the end of it by the light of the super moon. As twilight fell silently over the landscape, we descended a narrow tract of land sandwiched between forestry. Initially hand-railing an area of clear felled forestry on our left, the ground got progressively rougher, boggier and the grass higher, until it resembled something from the Okavango after the rains: waist high and almost impenetrable! Eventually we crossed a small stream, skirting forestry and onto a track that joined a road running almost parallel to the River Nier. By now the super moon had risen from behind a bank of smoky grey cloud. Hanging majestically in the night sky above the broad plateau of the Comeraghs like a giant Chinese lantern, it looked surreal as we passed along the country lanes, the dewy air heavy with the intense fragrance of dog roses, honeysuckle and meadow sweet. We eventually descended to the valley bottom through a field of bracken which was up to our oxters, and without difficulty picked our way across the tops of boulders of a Nier tributary to reach a footpath on the other side. This track led to a bridge over the Nier River and onto the asphalted road to the car park which lay around 350 metres uphill.