The For Ever Young Club:

Derrick  Kroll celebrating his 77th Birthday by climbing Irelands Highest Mountain in stormy conditions, Relaxing with his wife Mary who is also celebrating 54 years of happy bliss of adventure with Derrick.

Enjoying a few pints, music and song in Kate Kearney's Cottage after an exciting day for both. Guide Gerry Walsh www.patfalvey.com Listen to the wisdom from Derrick on Audio Boo click .

Tony Nation, Trekking Guide & Trainer

Tony's love for adventure has taken him to many regions of our planet,  he enjoys leading groups in Africa, Russia, Nepal and South America.

Like many of our adventure guides and trainers his passion is that of communication and instilling the culture of the places we visit to those that join in our our adventures and courses.

He is also one of our leading Irish guides with special knowledge in the Cork and Kerry hills and mountains.

He is a father of  four Sean, Damien, Sara and Timothy and from a very early age to instill adventure to his children became involved with his wife Mary as a leading light in Scouting Ireland, giving of his time voluntary for over 20 years to promote the adventurous spirit in children.

He is a County Commissioner for Cork South and heavily involved in training new Leaders and delivering Mountain Skills training to all Leaders and Scouters.

Tony is a good story teller, has a passion for the outdoors, enjoys good food and after a hard day on the hills a few pints in good atmosphere.

Tony is also a manager/trainer in our Health, Safety and team-building Corporate division

Let us introduce you to Tony in a short video

Moving Mountains - Carrauntoohil 3414 feet- With Teena Gates 98 fm Also listen to podcast Moving Mountains

Pushing over the top of the ridge I gasped in surprise "you kept this a secret" as the grey slatted rocks that I'd been climbing up like stairs fell away to a ridge that slipped over the edge of the world - with green and grey and golden waves rolling off into the clouds below to crash on rocks as old as the world itself.

Arriving at the Mountain Lodge of adventurer Pat Falvey, I wear my enthusiasm for the climb ahead like a badge, or a sheet of armour; as quaking in my climbing boots I wonder whether I can really make it to the top of Carrauntoohil, 3,500 feet and Ireland's highest mountain.  I dread the thought of slowing down the group going out.  Was walking in the Wicklow hills enough preparation, or will I be hopelessly outpaced, and mortified in front of strangers?  Listening carefully to the briefing, I spot the change of tone as the larger than life Pat switches gear from wise-cracks and fun, to sober comment, host turned leader, as he talks about the need to keep up when push comes to shove. There are only so many hours of daylight to climb a mountain. Another snatched, silent conversation with myself and what now seems like the lunacy of being here; I breathe deeply, commit myself, and we're off.

Walking past the memorials in the carpark at the foot of Carrauntoohil, I'm reminded that we're approaching a sleeping giant sweeping calmly up in front, glowing green and purple, serene in the sun but ready with a fickle flick to change the odds in a heartbeat.  Crossing the first of a number of bridges on the way up, our guides explain about flash floods that came off the mountain snatching the life from one young woman within sight of the very carpark we'd just left.  It's sobering, but we push ahead and despite being nervous, my spirits soar as my muscles warm and I break into a light sweat, learning more about the other climbers in the group, and feeling relief as I discover I'm not the only one here for the first time.  There is huge reassurance in that, company for the challenge ahead.   Approaching the first of 3 lakes, we stop to catch our breath, and catch up on more from the guides about the history and folklore of the hills around us.

Shortly afterwards we came to a halt at what, to me, seemed to be an impenetrable sheet of rock.   "3 points of contact - up" announced Pat, and he was up and climbing - no ropes, no carabinos, no clips, no dress-rehearsal... no way.  "Are you mad?" I scream silently, as I toy with the thought of running as fast as my walking boots will take me in the opposite direction.  Breathing deeply, another silent conversation with myself as I call on my personal mantra for tough times, 'one foot in front of another & breathe'.  I focus, find the foothold Pat points to and looking up, the rocks above begin to take on new images of hand-holds and potential grips.  Swinging up to my 'three-points of contact' I look again and see and find, and reach and stretch and find my feet.  Confidence growing I move again, switching weight, muscles engaging, responding, reacting.  My breath deepens and I find a rhythm; I'm 'scrambling' and a smile bursts across my face as I realise I'm loving it.

A couple of hours later, after climbing over rocks, picking through moss and heather, and the trudge of putting 'one foot in front of another' on tired legs, the seasons change again and bright sunshine gives way to biting icy rain and a piercing wind.  As the elements kick off, I rip out fleece and coat, and hat and gloves.  How quickly a warm body can turn to deathly chill on a mountain, a chilling nudge from the idle giant.   Measured breathing and a steady pace allows for conversation with my colleagues, it's nice; they're good people and we exchange tips about breathing and walking and I learn small, subtle things, that make sense on a mountain.

The mist closes in as we close on the summit. The light is creamy, silver and unusual.  With the dark rocks below my feet and hands, and the rain dripping from my nose and hair and stinging my eyes, I feel like I'm walking in a plastic bubble, that I can reach up and punch through to the daylight outside. Conscious again of the flow of my breath, of keeping a rhythm, of putting one foot in front of another.  Then a cross looms out of the mist and the wind whips my face, as I recognise the scene from photos poured over in recent days.  We've made it, I've made it.

Standing at the top, hugging, laughing sharing smiles and joy with other climbers coming over the edge, I'm humbled and proud, conflicted; torn between the contradiction of the power of the mountain beneath me, and the power of the body that brought me to stand on top of the highest peak in Ireland.  Without warning the mist clears, I'm bathed in sunlight and a sudden movement pulls my eye down off the peak to the rocks below.  Clouds are flying past at speed below me, and I wonder in amazement as I watch, feeling slightly dizzy, as if someone put the world on 'fast forward'.

The descent is tough, weight thrown down on my haunches, but knees and ankles bear up, and nothing can wipe the smile from my face.  Buzzing, hooked, knowing it's the start of new adventures and challenges.  Carrauntoohil has not seen the last of me, and I have not seen the last of it.  In the weeks ahead working in the gym, grappling with the final few minutes on the treadmill, or groaning over floor exercises and stretches, this Kerry mountain will be flashing through my mind, a reward and a promise and a lure to pull the extra mile from the rowing machine.  That peak, that feeling of reaching the summit has left Kerry and travels back to Dublin with me on my journey.  Today, I have moved mountains.

Recently on the 8th May we guided a mens gaelic football team from Clare called Shannon Gaels, from the parishes of Kilmurry McMahon and Labasheeda up Corran Tuathail. They are an ambitious and positive team and they are the in form team in Clare football. They have won all the way up: U12 to U21A titles and intermediate. Tomás Madigan who is an ex player organised the weekend for the team as part of a program set out by www.sportsai.ie

The weather was great, a little chilly in the morning but fine and bright. We started well and the team looked like they were up for it although some a little tired following a hard training session from ex-Kerry star Seamus Moynihan in St. Brendans College, Killarney the night before. With 20+ heading out the track toward the Hags Glen from Lislebane, the group were fit and a pleasure to lead even at this stage. Following an introduction to the Reeks by Pat, we heading uphill towards Br. O'Sheas gully.

The pace was steady and quick. Plenty of craic along the way, we crested the top of O'Sheas to stunning views which the lads were taken back by. The last section was as always tough but worth it when you get your first views of the cross on the summit. After a couple of minutes at the summit admiring the scenery and a quick photo, we headed down to the ladder. Footwear is very important and one or two of the lads shoes weren't great hindering them now on the way down. The Devils ladder was interesting as usual to descend, Dave Roche discussed the safety before we went, the views of the track home clear as day below. With a ferry to catch in Tarbert the lads were back in Lislebane at 4.30pm, thrown on the ground beside the bus after a hard 2 days overall. The day was excellent and the group were great craic.

Best of luck to the team going forward: Damian O’Neill, Eugene O’Neill, Michael Coughlan, Tomás Madigan, Michael O’Donoghue, Shane Tubridy, Martin Tubridy, Fergal Kenny, John Bermingham, Declan Power, Brian Bermingham, Brendan Cleary, Peter O’Connell, Michael Crehan and Pádraig Neylon.

Guides: Pat Falvey, Dave Roche, Niall Foley and Lorraine Gordon.

Report by Niall Foley

Suicide Aware Corrán Tuathail Challenge 30th May.

A damp, misty morning did not in any way dissuade the enthusiasm of 61 highly motivated walkers raising funding for Suicide Aware to climb Corran Tuathail 3,414 feet, Irelands highest Mountain with Pat Falvey and his guides under the leadership of Martin Harvey.

This is the second year of the challenge and is growing in numbers from year to year. Next year we may have to do two separate days if the numbers are to grow any further.

Funding from the event is being used to train counsellors in dealing with people and families who require in assistance of dealing with depression themselves or in seeking help in how best to deal with problems they may encounter with family and friends. Depression is now Irelands fastest growing illness’s.

For further information on Suicide Aware and how you can help or how they can help you, contact Pat Beahan 087 945 4202 or web www.suicideaware.ie

Also other services available to those seeking help.

Samaritans Confidential line 1850 60 90 90

Aware Helpline 1890 303 302

Bodywhys; support information 1890 200 444

Suicide Prevention Helpline 1800 742 745

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Stress to distress get out and challenge yourself and go walking.

On Saturday 29^th of may a group of 41 staff and family members from the AIB Cork region arrived to Kerry to undertake the challenge of climbing Ireland's highest mountain, Corran Tuathail with Pat Falvey.

The weather was good even though the forecast was bad for the day. To the delight of the group all of the team reached the summit by the picturesque route of Coimin Uachtar and Brother O Sheas Gully.

The return climb to the summit took six and a half hours.

Full set of pictures of the day or on AIB Social Club gallery