The Dying Cow Pub

Note: The following story took place in May, 2009, during a hike of one of Ireland’s most famous footpaths, the Wicklow Way.

A small room on the side of a farmhouse, The Dying Cow is one of my favourite pubs in all of Ireland – and that’s saying quite a lot.

I arrived around 5 pm after a long day’s hiking on the Wicklow Way. Besides the barkeep, I was the only person there.

The Dying Cow pub

I planted myself at a small table and began to catch up on my journal over two or three pints of Guinness. During my years of travelling, I’ve lost count of the amount of spiral notebooks I have filled whilst seated at pubs, coffee shops and tea houses.

Writing and drinking.

I don’t know whether the stimulus to put pen to paper derives from the beverage, the location or my mood at the time. Possibly a combination of all three. Best not to think about it too much. Overanalysis is the death knell of imaginative thought and in my own case, generally a sign that I’m overdue to take a walk in the woods.

The Dying Cow |  As the sign says, “Guinness is good for you.”

By 7 pm a few locals started filtering in. By 9 pm it was standing room only. Rounds were bought, stories recounted and and my facial and belly muscles started growing weary from so much laughing.

I remember talking for an hour about the 1991 World Rugby cup quarter-final between Ireland and Australia. It was a classic contest, with the Aussies escaping with the win in the final minute of the match. The gentleman that I was speaking to, Ron, had attended the game at Dublin’s Lansdowne Road stadium. He said it was the best game of rugby he had ever seen.

That’s one of the reasons I like the Irish; win, lose or draw it doesn’t really matter, as long as you have a good time and a few laughs.

1991 World Cup rugby quarter final – Ireland Vs Australia (© PA Photos)

By 11 pm the bar was about to close and patrons started heading for the door. The bartender had been kind enough to allow me to pitch my tent in the field behind the pub.

I shuffled my way through the dew-laden grass to a relatively flat spot at the northern end of the property. I pitched my shelter and was asleep within minutes. It had been a memorable day of rolling green hills, an atmospheric pub and excellent company. Hiking in Ireland………….it’s great craic.  😉 

Making a none-too-early start the following morning on the Wicklow Way.

Finish of the Wicklow Way in Clonegal.

 


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The Dying Cow Pub — 2 Comments

  1. Thank you for sharing this fun experience, you have a great delivery on expressing your trail journeys regardless of being on the trail or. while in a town along the trail.

    Exellent

    Root Beer Float

  2. Just done part of the Wicklow way with me Dublin mate. Started at Tinahely and finished at Glendalough. Had a ball. Didn’t get as far as the dying cow but had a great pint of the black and a first class meal in the Glenmalure lodge. Time beat us but it was great. Feet are still recovering

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