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Walking the Barrow Way

The Barrow Walk is a gentle discovery of geography, history, and nature both farmed and wild. The Grand Canal-Barrow line was added in 1791 as an extension linking Dublin with the Barrow River and the southeast. There are twenty-three locks between Lowtown-Roberstown in Kildare and St Mullins at the southern end. Each are impressive works of stone and wood, interspersed with humpbacked bridges. Usually, there is a parallel weir where rushing water churns up fleecy forth and a vigilant heron waits for a catch.

Swans, ducks, dragonflies, butterflies, and shrews were plentiful, with rolling fields of grain, ripe as well as harvested. We were rare enough walkers to attract the attention of grazing cattle. Despite dire weather warnings on the radio every morning, we were spared rain and enjoyed fleeting sunshine that regularly threw its magic over the landscape of water, trees, and hedgerows.

As my walking partner, my daughter appropriately taught me to recite Gerarld Manley Hopkins’ poem Inversnaid: appropriate because Hopkins often stayed at Monasterevin, our first overnight, and because the poem celebrates a river’s journey through untamed landscape. “….rollrock highroad roaring down…fleece of his foam…pool so pitchblack…wiry heathpacks, flitches of fern….What would the world be, one bereft/Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,/….Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.”

Athy is a busy hub around a nice town square. The Grand Canal-Barrow Line joins the River Barrow at the southern end of Athy, a lovely watery conjunction. We arrived just as a barge used the lock. This was the only time we actually saw a barge use the waterway. In fact, we saw no active boats or kayaks over the six days. We encountered only one other walker. It was nice to have the Barrow Way all to ourselves but also a puzzle that such a lovely facility was barely used at the height of summer.

Our next stop was Carlow town where its impressive stone castle reminds us of its founder, William Marshall. Marshall was the greatest knight in Christendom in the twelfth century, and Henry II’s chief man-at-arms. Because of his long service, Marshall was rewarded with marriage to Isabel, daughter of Strongbow and Aoife. During his lordship of Leinster, he built Hook Lighthouse and Tintern Abbey, practical and spiritual responses to surviving a near-foundering on the coast. Marshall established New Ross and added Carlow as a commercial stepping stone up the Barrow. Despite his widespread influence in the region, Marshall is barely known in Ireland, something that the Norman Millennium 2027 might address.

On we plodded, covering an average of over twenty kilometers day. The best accommodation was at the Lord Bagenal Inn in lovely Leighlinbridge. On the narrow old Main Street, it has what must be the smallest door into what also must be the coziest pub in Ireland. The premises then expands into a classy and capacious hotel at the back, now I suppose it’s front. It is a bizarre but very pleasing architectural conjuration. The dinner and pints were top notch.

Leighlinbridge converges the Barrow Way, the Columban Way, and the John Tyndall Way. Leighlinbridge native Tyndall, incidentally, was a great physicist who discovered the connection between CO2 and global warming. The Columban Way runs all the way to Bangor, commemorating our greatest international missionary who was born on the Carlow-Wexford border. The plan is to extend the route all the way to Bobbio in Italy where he founded a monastery and where he died. Old Leighlinbridge is a short distance west and was the centre of Leinster’s largest monastic settlement in the seventh century. Leighlinbridge is a great base to explore the prettiest parts of the Barrow Way, north and south.

On the Barrow Way at Bagenalstown, we came across the ruin of Rudkins Mill, founded by a Cromwellian soldier in the 17th century. Some of the Rudkins emigrated to the United States where Margaret Rudkin (nee Fogarty, second generation Irish family) started baking specialized bread for her asthmatic son in 1937, selling it to a grocery store in Fairfield Connecticut, and then establishing Pepperidge Farms. Impressed with Belgium’s chocolate biscuits, she produced her own under the Pepperidge Farm brand. She sold the company to Campbells Soups in 1961 and joined its board, the first woman to do so, but kept a controlling interest in Pepperidge Farms for another decade. Today, Pepperidge Farms is one of the largest American producers of biscuits (cookies), breads, and desserts with a revenue of $1.7bn. Margaret was literally the proverbial smart cookie! Throughout this period, the Rudkins kept a home in Carlow, their ancestral manor house.

Because we had stayed at Leighlinbridge, we had to cover over thirty kilometers to get to Graiguenamanagh, which suddenly appears around a bend, a very welcome sight by that stage! Time permitting, Duiske Abbey is well worth a visit with its carefully restored oak roof. It was founded by the busy William Marshall in 1204 and run by the Cistercians until it was suppressed by Henry VIII in 1536, its lands going to the resilient and cunning Butlers.

The last day was a morning stroll in glorious sunshine, crossing the impressive bridge at Graiguenamanagh (though it needs some pedestrian accommodation), and following the Barrow to St Mullin’s and the last lock. St Mullin’s marks the upper-most reach of the tidal influence on the Barrow which flows majestically to New Ross and out to the sea at Passage East (where Strongbow fatefully landed in 1170). St Moling founded a monastery here and the remains of its round tower remain visible. A steep cone of hill nearby is the remains of a mote-and-bailey built by Raymond ‘Le Gros’ FitzGerald, one of Strongbow’s greatest tactical warriors. In May 1170, Raymond landed near Wexford and seized the headland of Baginbun, ‘where Ireland was lost and won’ as the lament goes.

With the old graveyard at St Mullins containing the remains of rebels from the great rebellion of 1798, you can get a quick tour of Ireland’s history concentrated at St Mullin’s. It is also a delightful spot for lunch on the banks of the Barrow which marked the end of our adventure.

The one issue on the Barrow Way was the lack of facilities. To encourage greater use, it would be immeasurably improved with strategically placed sites with a toilet, tap, picknick area, and carpark.

Eamonn

28 August 2025

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Leinster Road Trip: Borris and St Mullins

I happened upon St. Mullins while on a day trip from Dublin.  I had a vague idea of where I was going but nothing really definite other than finding Borris House, ancestral home to the MacMurrough-Kavanaghs, descendants of the kings of Leinster (including infamously Dermot MacMurrough, he who invited in the Normans).

We found the narrow arched gateway to the demesne after a quick spin down motorway and along the kind of untroubled winding undulating country road you find in the Irish countryside.  It was a glorious sunny fresh day.  Borris House was stunning, set airily on a low bluff overlooking pastoral fields and distant mountains, mature trees standing at a respectful distance so as not to block the fine proportions of the house.  It was reminiscent of Downton Abbey, without the TV kitsch. We’ll have to come back for the tour as the house itself was closed for a private wedding.

One of the more notable occupants of the seat at Borris was Art MacMurrough Kavanagh, born with severely shorted or deformed arms and legs in 1831. His mother, Lady Kavanagh, treated him as a normal child, teaching him to write and draw with his mouth and engaging local doctors to fit him out with a wheelchair and saddle.  She did a good job as evidenced by his adventurous travels as a young man.  More than a good job in fact for she eventually cut off his income when she learned that he was being entertained by odalisques in Anatolia.

This should not have come as a surprise to her for the bold Art had been something of a local Lothario according to local legend; when he succeeded to the The MacMurrough seat back home, he assured a reluctant local bride that their offspring would be fully formed by pointing out his progeny among the local peasant population.  Such lore I learned from one of a number of plaques at the delightful cafe by the banks of the Barrow, of more anon.

Lady Kavanagh was herself an impressive woman, seizing her widowhood with gusto and sweeping off on travels to Europe with her daughter and two of her three sons when they were young teenagers.  Her appetite for adventure whetted, she made her way to Egypt and the Middle East, haggling transport from locals to bring her by boat up the Nile and by camel around the Holy Land, penetrating as far inland to reach Petra (see my blog on my own visit there here).  In fact her collection of artefacts forms the core of the National Museum’s ancient Egyptian collection today.

Maybe the spirits of Lady and Art Kavanagh still loom within Borris House for a local told me in hushed breath that the entrance hall is always markedly chilly, even on the warmest day.

Just outside Borris, we went for a walk along the Barrow Way, the river turned to a stately canal by a series of twenty three locks.  The Barrow is one of Ireland’s great river systems, second only to the Shannon.  At one end it is connected to the Grand Canal in Dublin.  At the other it connects with New Ross, joining its sister rivers the Nore and Suir, before entering the sea.  Almost 90 km of the Barrow’s length is tidal.

We resumed our travels to Graiguenamanagh to see the enormous Cistercian Abbey of Duiske there, built by the great Norman knight, William Marshall, Lord of Leinster through his marriage of Dermot MacMurrough’s granddaughter Isabel (herself daughter of Strongbow and Aoife). In fact New Ross owed its origins to Marshall when he built a bridge there and fostered his new borough as a port to serve his Leinster capital Kilkenny via the very navigable Barrow.  Duiske Abbey has had a number of restorations, more recently an oaken roof constructed using Medieval techniques.  The Abbey is swallow up by the town now but in its medieval prime Cistercian buildings and fields would have swept down to the Barrow creating a great centre of learning but also of agriculture, river management and crafts.

After an indifferent lunch which filled the stomach but not the spirits at a riverside cafe, we decided to head to St Mullins, marked in the red icons as a place of historic interest on the Ordnance Survey map.  We had seen St Mullin himself in Duiske Abbey in a lively statue complete with an ox’s head between his legs.  This bovine addition derives from his famous accomplishment of ending the Leinstermen’s tribute of ox to the High King of Ireland.  St Mullin was of royal blood, a ‘rí-deamna’ or king-in-the-making.  Not to take away from the man’s vocation but becoming a monk was a smart move in those days because it meant that your brothers were less likely to blind or even castrate you to disqualify you as competition in the vicious regnal wars that dominated Irish politics for hundreds of years.

What a delight St Mullins turned out to be.  Perched on a rise in a bend in the Barrow, it comprises a cluster of early Christian ruins, including the circle of foundation stones for a round tower, and Church of Ireland chapels (one houses the interpretative centre).  It’s graveyard is home to heroes of 1798.  And beside it is a dramatic knoll, part of a man-made mote and bailey constructed by the first Normans to invade Ireland.  This mote and bailey belonged in fact to Raymond Le Gros, the pre-eminent battlefield warrior in the taking of Wexford, Waterford, and Dublin at the outset of the Norman invasion of Ireland between 1169 and 1170.

A short walk down a boreen takes you to the Barrow river itself and a cluster of buildings by the idyllic river’s edge, including the ruin of a large grain store testifying to the river port’s commercial life up to the nineteenth century. St Mullins marks the reach of the tidal portion of the river. Today St Mullins is the terminus of the Barrow walk, a 190 km meander from Dublin that can be cycled or walked. Rental cottages are available at http://www.oldgrainstorecottages.ie. People basked in the spring sunshine on outdoor tables, dining on lunch provided by the Mullicháin Cafe as a nearby cherry tree waved its blossoms gently in the air.  Now this was the place we should have had lunch! Another reason to return.

 

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