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We made this naomhÛg together -

myself and a good friend, Liam Holden.

The frame is all made of wood.

There's red deal, white deal, oak,

and there's willow.

And we got that from this area, just up the road.

And then it's covered in a rough canvas.

You have to grow up with them, as we did in this area.

They were very much in use when I was young around here.

Going out fishing for lobsters, crabs and crawfish.

And I've seen a lot of fishing and work done with the naomhÛg.

For centuries, people would sail from West Kerry to A CoruÃ’a in Spain

and walk the Camino from there.

And we're doing our own version of that.

We are spending six weeks each year over three years...

..travelling 2500km...

..to Santiago de Compostela.

Thank you very much.

-Thank you very much. -You're welcome.

St. James was a very important figure in Christianity.

For the past millennium, people have been coming from all around Europe

to do this walk.

But for us, there was no way to do it from Ireland but to go by sea.

And we're doing it in a naomhÛg.

It's an endurance test.

It's a test for the mind.

I wouldn't have been able for this 20 years ago.

I wouldn't have had the patience.

A few days before I left, I was up the hills by Brandon Creek

looking out at the sea.

I asked myself, "Am I crazy crossing the ocean in a tiny naomhÛg?"

But then Saint Brendan and Tim Severin did journeys like this,

and for my family, and for those who come after us,

it will be something to look back on.

People might say we're out of our minds

undertaking this type of journey.

And you need some of that

because if you're sensible all the time,

sure, you'd never do anything!

We left D˙n Laoghaire this morning and are now heading for Wicklow.

We'll reach Rosslare in three days.

Then we'll wait for a southerly or westerly wind

before making our way across to Wales.

The plan from day one was to do this as freely as possible.

So the tent is as important as the naomhÛg.

The naomhÛg is for travelling; the tent is for sleeping.

Today the pain is right across there.

We had planned to set off for Wales at 4 o'clock tomorrow.

But the weather isn't good

so we could end up staying here until Wednesday.

But we're in top form and in no big rush.

This always happens as the weather is the master.

I have to mind my fingers for playing music!

It will be very different tonight because we won't be near the coast.

It won't be my first time without seeing land

but this is completely different.

The naomhÛg is down there waiting for us

and, fingers crossed, within an hour, we'll be on board setting off.

And it's great; we're tired of being on land.

Ready for the day!

This is the longest journey any of us have ever done in a naomhÛg.

And we're following our ancestors -

those who did this before us long ago.

The Romans back in AD 400 referred to our ancestors as "Scoti".

And we're paying homage to the boats that our ancestors created

to sail so well at sea.

You get a lot of time to yourself.

We go long periods of time without speaking

with nothing but the sound of the oars and the sea.

And that gives us some time alone

where everyone has a chance to reflect.

And that's part and parcel of the pilgrimage.

That's also a form of praying.

A tiny crescent of the moon was visible.

When the sun set, the moon rose.

And even though it was only a tiny crescent, it was great to see.

And the sky was full of stars.

And the crescent appeared for about an hour or so

and the sea was nice and serene.

And that gives you great encouragement.

-You're doing great, fair play. -We're not right yet.

Well, there were a few occasions out there

when we were chatting about how totally exhausted we were...

..that we didn't care what happened at that point.

Everyone felt the same way.

Sometimes you question whether you can go on.

But then someone will say,

"Keep going. Just give it another stroke of the oar."

And there's always someone there to encourage you.

We're dead.

Not recommended doing this ever again!

I have no backside left!

It's gone!

Do you need a change of trousers?

-We need a change of backsides! -And skin.

It's great that we managed to do this,

but we have a tougher crossing ahead of us from England to France.

Hopefully, we'll be up for it.

We know what's ahead of us.

We met the lads in Newquay.

And now they'll have a break for a day or two.

With the help of God, they'll start making their way to France

on Sunday or Monday.

That's the plan as far as I know, but that could all change.

I'm really looking forward to tomorrow.

I hope that I'll sleep with all the anticipation.

If I get a few hours, I'll be happy. I'll be up at 5 in the morning.

Sure once I get out to sea, I'll be high!

High on music, on spirit, on energy and everything; I hope so anyway!

We're a little apprehensive,

but after crossing the Irish Sea, we know what's ahead of us.

Although, this time, the distance is greater.

Hopefully, in three or four days, we'll be over in France.

We went on a big walk a few months before we left home.

It was a 12-hour hike over the hills, up Mount Brandon

all the way from Brandon Creek to Annascaul.

And we did it because we knew we'd have some tough days at sea.

And I think it prepared us mentally for this journey as well.

We've done 30 miles now and we've 60 to go.

A lot of cargo ships will pass by during the night.

And when it's dark, it's hard to stay out of the way

when you're going 2-3 knots.

But the weather forecast for tomorrow morning is gale force 4 or 5.

So they need to go as far as they can tonight.

It's another world at sea. It's full of mystery.

But the sea never befriended anyone...

..whether it's your first day at sea or your thousandth.

If you give her the chance, she will take you.

Not out of malice; it's just what she does.

And you must always be humble with the sea, especially in a naomhÛg.

We had a great day.

We're almost halfway across the English Channel.

We're not far off it.

-That's the worst part over. -Yeah, it is.

We really wanted to be able to say

that we rowed all the way across the English Channel.

But then the sea grew dark and the wind turned against us.

And finding it so hard to get back on board the yacht scared us

because it became very, very dangerous.

Then we found out that the weather had changed.

And we had no choice but to wait it out until it changed again.

And the naomhÛg was tied onto the yacht as we had to plough on.

The next thing we knew, the following morning,

there was Brittany in front of us.

You'll have no trouble finding a place to moor.

Thank you very much.

Following us are some friends in a traditional Irish boat.

They're entering L'Aber Wrac'h

That's no problem.

We're disappointed that we didn't get to do what we had set out to do.

But there was never any bravado on our part.

The main goal has always been to do the Camino.

And that's the reason we had the yacht with us -

in case we needed to go on board.

But it's great to land here. I'll drink enough wine!

I won't care even if we proceed by only one foot a day from here!

Bon matin!

Brendan asked me for a place to pitch their tents.

As I don't live far from the port,

I invited them to stay with me.

These are men of the sea.

Therefore, I trust them.

We're part of the same community.

Holy water.

No, leave it like that. Don't add water.

-Lads, look! You're in the newspaper! -Good God!

'The pilgrimage of the Irish rowers.'

You've made the big-time now!

I don't think I've ever looked so good!

-Thank you. Thank you very much. -OK.

I love going to sea...

..and I'm not sure why!

I suppose it's in our nature; as it was for Saint Brendan and Colmcille.

And the voyage of Bran.

They yearned to see other places.

To step out of their own lives...

..and to return with great stories to tell.

And I suppose that's why I'm doing it!

The sea is like the human mind.

It can be as rough,

as cruel,

as hostile,

as devious,

as deadly as anything you'll ever encounter.

So to sit into the naomhÛg and end up in Brittany,

you learn something about yourself very quickly

that otherwise might take a lifetime to learn.

The naomhÛg is here indeed, thank God!

We finished the first leg of our Camino here last year

where we met Christoph Eberhardt,

a boat builder who looked after the naomhÛg over the winter.

I think of myself also as a bit of an adventurer

or similarly crazy enough to understand them.

And when I saw them and the boat,

it was clear we'd understand each other!

It's extraordinary!

How many have rowed in an ancient boat

from Ireland to Santiago de Compostela? How many?

It's crazy, in a way!

But you're happy people.

And, as we say in French, 'hats off!'

This winter, I went through things

that I'd never want to go through again,

but the one thing that kept me going was the end of May and the Camino.

It's the best thing I ever did.

It's very different this year because we won't have any big seas to cross.

Now we believe that we can make it.

I can't wait to get on the water!

But Danny is gone praying.

So we have to wait for him!

They're going to Spain in that?!

That's really old!

Every day back at home, there's always 20 things to do

from cutting the turf to sowing potatoes.

But when you're out on the Camino,

your mind is very clear.

You don't have to think about lots of things

except to focus on where you are heading to the next day.

When you're exhausted and still have 10 miles to go, you can't just stop.

You learn to put up with it

and believe that you can do it.

-Long live France! -Long live Brittany!

Are the sausages on, Danny?

Are the sausages done?

The biggest challenge ahead of us this year is the Bay of Biscay

and its notoriously dangerous waters.

We have a great plan now to avoid the Bay of Biscay.

But we still have a long journey ahead of us south to Bordeaux.

Farewell!

I love going out to sea

because out at sea, everything is in the present.

And that's been the beauty of this -

no two days are ever the same out at sea.

The sky is different.

The water is different. The tide is different.

The wind is different.

Your mind is different.

The person in front of you might be cranky, or you're cranky,

but then you mellow out and have a drop of tea.

And you feel better again.

After a rest, everyone is ready to pull together again.

There's great solace in that. It's wonderful.

'Ireland to Galicia: The Odyssey of the Irish.'

He doesn't believe me!

He doesn't believe me.

You need a lot of fortitude to do a trip like this.

If you're worried about what others think,

you won't be able for it.

You have to feel completely free in yourself.

And that way of thinking gives you the freedom, I suppose.

There was around 150 miles of coastline and the Bay of Biscay

that couldn't be done without a support boat.

So we took a different route.

We went down into the estuary into Bordeaux,

up the river and into the canals.

And it was a wonderful journey.

It's very serene, isn't it?

I thought the canals would be boring

because it would be too easy without any soul in the water;

without any waves, swells or tides.

But it was the complete opposite.

It's truly incredible. I find it extraordinary.

In this age of consumerism,

with its lack of community spirit and friendliness,

this is a breath of fresh air. Bravo the Irish! Bravo Ireland!

We have to go and look for someone who has a van

to transport the naomhÛg 100 miles by road to Dax.

This is a blacksmith's forge

and there's a man inside who said that he might know someone

who would transport the naomhÛg to the river tomorrow.

We thought something like this would happen.

We have a week left and we'll get to San Sebasti·n one way or another.

It worked out very well.

We met this fine, young man called Harry.

His father had an old Mercedes.

"Oh", we said, "That's the job."

He's nervous about the load and the police.

He's a bit apprehensive.

But he won't have any problems. He has the bold Kerrymen around him!

There are seven of us on this journey:

there's the sea, the weather, the crew members

and, most importantly of all, the naomhÛg.

And we're like her servants.

And I would bow down to her any day of the year.

PoitÃŒn - just what you need in the morning!

We're saying it's water, but it's far from it!

It puts life into you.

It's great to hear the sound of the oars again.

Nothing but the sound and rhythm of the oars

instead of that damn engine behind!

It's great. I love it.

French poitÃŒn is the business!

It's almost as good as C˙il Aodha poitÌn!

Sat Nav and those kinds of things are so helpful.

They're very handy to have.

But there comes a point when you have to put them aside

and do what feels right in your heart.

Anytime I come ashore, I remind myself

that I wouldn't be here if it weren't for the other three.

I couldn't have done this alone and I'm grateful to all of them.

-Good morning. -Good morning!

This journey has helped me enormously

because you have to learn to let a lot of things go.

It teaches you how to row with the crew you've got.

And that's a lesson you can bring with you through life.

Well, we've a long journey done this year.

With blisters on our hands and scalded by the sun!

But we've reached Pasaia in the Basque Country.

Fair play to you until May of next year!

I'll see you again!

God willing.

'NaomhÛg of the Tents' is very grateful indeed

to Albaola and all the team here.

I never imagined that we'd get the scale of reception that we got.

Thank you!

What a place to finish up this year!

But the journey isn't over yet.

We still have to make our way to Santiago de Compostela

and finish the journey.

Back again.

Thanks be to God!

I've never been so eager to get to sea as I am now.

I reckon this year's coastline will be very different to last year's

because instead of long beaches,

we'll have cliffs and small bays like we're used to at home.

And hopefully if we run into trouble,

we'll be close enough to a harbour to row in.

On this voyage, Breand·n Moriarty was with us from the start,

but he got a full-time job in the Blasket Centre.

And he asked me what should he do. And I said "Take it".

So, we were short a man.

And Brendan Begley called me to ask if Breand·n was coming.

"No", said I. "Well, I have a man", said he.

What happened, Danny?

The back-up engine fell into the water.

If there's any kind of storm, we'll need it...

..but we'll be by the coast.

Ah, he'll get over it. There's nothing unusual about that.

That's to be expected.

He'll need to get used to it. Hopefully, he'll get over it.

Glen wasn't faring too well at the start, but he kept going regardless.

And he's getting stronger and we're getting on really well as a crew.

But it's very hard when you get tired

and when you see other boats with their fast engines,

you think: "What on earth are we doing out here?"

Oh-rÛ my little boat

Floating in the bay

Oh-rÛ my little boat

Oh-rÛ my young curragh

Oh-rÛ my little boat

You really get to know someone at sea because you're reliant on them

reliant on them to come in safely and everyone understands that.

And with Glen you feel the wildness

and with the wildness comes the energy and the passion

and this man has passion, although he's never been at sea

and I believe he'll be great.

I'm joined by a group that won't go unnoticed

because they're undertaking a pilgrim route

of the Camino de Santiago that is quite original, to say the least.

OK then, so this is an appeal

to any of our listeners who might have an engine.

That's a bit more complicated!

Oh-rÛ my little boat Floating in the bay

Oh-rÛ my little boat

Oh-rÛ my little naomhÛg

Oh-rÛ my little boat

Let's get the oars and row on

Oh-rÛ my little boat

I'll hoist the sail and go west

Oh-rÛ my little boat

Oh-rÛ my little naomhÛg

Oh-rÛ my little boat

Wow! How well they sing!

We're here now for four nights and it already feels like four months.

But the weather is to improve in the morning,

so we'll get up at 6am

and skip breakfast.

And we'll go as far as we can tomorrow

to make up for the days we lost here.

300 euro. Come on.

We'll have to bring him to the pub! And get him a drink.

-To budge him! -Yeah!

Pull you bastard Pull you horse

Breand·n quickly and Glen slowly

Danny praying and Liam steering

NaomhÛg of the Tents Too-ra-loo...

For us it was a surprise to hear on the news this morning

about the arrival of a naomhÛg.

So we dropped everything to come and meet them.

For thousands of years,

there was a very important communication in this interior sea

connecting the Cantabrian Sea with the Irish Sea.

But to arrive here in a NaomhÛg, rowing!

It's truly a historical moment for us.

Rain! Rain! Rain!

And swelling seas.

We are sick of this place.

I can't wait to get back out to sea. I have the shakes!

I have the shakes from this place.

It's absolutely lovely!

They're a great loss and it affects everyone deeply.

But then again, you must remember that they're looking down on us,

guiding and protecting us.

We've no business out there.

That sea isn't very welcoming.

For us, especially.

A lot has changed in my life since I started the Camino.

Massive changes.

My brother Se·n - 'John' - died.

I rowed in many a regatta with John.

He was three years older than me.

Here are some of his ashes.

In a way, I feel like John is here rowing alongside me.

There were 9 of us in the family. There are only 8 of us now.

That's life.

"We are but dust."

John is ashes.

It's a beautiful morning, thank God.

We've been here for 7 nights.

We're very happy to be setting off again.

Two weeks ago, we had loads of time.

But we'll do it alright, but we'll have to row every single day.

Buen Camino! Safe Journey!

Thank you! AdiÛs!

-They came in this from Ireland? -Yes.

Mother of God!

They are authentic Celts.

That was the most surreal day.

We're exhausted, but we've done work for tomorrow and the day after.

Well, we've come in here when we could have gone straight to A CoruÃ’a,

Because we wanted to give the last day to Breand·n Moriarty.

Because this is as far in as A CoruÃ’a across the way.

We've made it now.

How are you, Danny?

God bless ye! You're all eating!

You're looking hardy!

It feels like I was here only yesterday. It's brilliant.

It was very tough to come and join them until now.

We'll finish the journey now at the cathedral.

The entire journey will be over then.

That's it!

-At long last. -That's it.

We've made it, thank God.

But it hasn't sunk in properly yet.

It feels like a dream.

Three years...

..and as many blessings as curses!

My backside is sore and the palms have hardened up again!

Oh... it was very intense - this final day!

Put in your two hands there.

We're a little family now. All five of us.

And the naomhÛg has brought us together,

has kept us together...

..and has brought us all this way across the sea.

It's the naomhÛg that did the pilgrimage. We were just the crew.

When you consider that boats like this, covered in cowhide,

sailed as far as Ireland a few hundred years before Christ...

..and now an ancestor of those boats - the naomhÛg -

is making the journey back.

The naomhÛg is the star here, not us.

To the crew of the naomhÛg and to the people of West Kerry,

a hundred thousand welcomes to this city!

Dear pilgrims:

you are welcome here this morning to this Cathedral of St James.

I would like to extend a special welcome

to a group of pilgrims from Ireland

who honour us with their presence here today,

after navigating the waters of the Atlantic

to row here in their own boat.

We, the crew of the "NaomhÛg of the Tents"; "The Saint Gobnait",

have come to you having done the Camino by sea.

Like you and your brother John, we were born and raised on the coast:

you, by the Sea of Galilee,

and we, on the edge of the Atlantic.

Therefore, we have come to you humbly

to salute you, to give you thanks

and to place ourselves, our families and our people under your protection.

Thank you.

"The Saint Gobnait"!

Regarding "The NaomhÛg of the Tents" I don't like to look too far ahead

because I'm not a young man - in years -

but I still have a young mind.

The naomhÛg will be left here over the winter

and if God grants me the health, I'll be back again next year

and we'll go around to Finisterre

and we'll head south along the coast of Portugal

towards Morocco.

If I get as far as Morocco, I'll be very happy.

"When the canvas frays In the naomhÛg of thought

And a stain of ocean Blackens beneath you,

May there come across the waters A path of yellow moonlight

To bring you safely home

And so may a slow wind

Work these words of love around you

An invisible cloak To mind your life"