Unwitting Tourist Guide.

The bould Samiam shouted out, needing a Wicklow Sherpa, (or Ghurka, the two confuse me....)

Lets call it a Shurka.

If I were of the Nation Of Islam, I would be a Shurka in a Burqua.

And a blessing indeed would be a burqua in the midgie-infested Wicklow hills.

Really, all she wanted was incontrovertible proof that she did the Wicklow Way.

Im so very glad that Maria took over the hiking guide duties.

As far as I'm concerned, steep climbs are for wild goats and looking at....