If I told you there was a section of road in Ireland where, if you park at the bottom of a small hill and release the brake, you will roll back up the hill, would you believe me? Well, when I first heard of such a thing I didn’t believe it either. It’s called a magic road. This one was up north of Dundalk, and upon further investigation I found it to be true. So when I heard there was one down south, I just had to see it.
I was passing through Clonmel in Country Tipperary. It was already quite late so I decided to spend the night at a campsite I’d heard of. Clonmel is an attractive place, and is the county’s largest and liveliest town. Straddling the River Suir the town actually sits half in County Waterford. This is a common occurrence in this part of Ireland as many of the borders between the counties are set upon rivers, and many towns are founded upon these rivers. The town of Waterford is a prime example of this. Set upon the estuary of the Suir, half of Waterford actually lies in County Kilkenny.
Powers the Pot campsite was situated on the edge of the Comeragh Mountains, not as rugged as the mountains of Kerry and West Cork but stunning all the same. I checked into the campsite in my little old beat-up campervan I had affectionately dubbed “the Scooby Van”. It was while drinking in the campsite’s bar that I learnt of the Magic Road in this area. I didn’t have time to go there this time, but the couple from the tent next to me did and kindly emailed me the directions.
A few weeks later I left Wexford, drove back to Clonmel and set out from there. I followed the road through Rathgormuck until I reached a crossroads. From here I followed the signs to the right for Mahon falls and the Comeragh Drive until reaching a little place called Mahon Bridge. At P. Powers and Son food store I turned right.
From here I followed the road up into the mountains, turned right at another sign for Mahon Falls then followed the road through a small gate. Up until now I had consistently climbed up into the mountains. Just past the gate the road went downhill, at the bottom of which stood a lone tree amid low, thick bushes by the roadside. I stopped here, as instructed.
Behind me were two German backpackers I’d met at the hostel in Wexford. Upon learning what I was doing that day, they’d decided to follow me. I turned around and indicated to them that we were here. The driver took his foot off the brake and sure enough his car started rolling back up the hill.
I did the same, and chuckled as I watched their faces light up like schoolchildren who had just seen an act of magic for the first time; the road up in Dundalk had elicited a similar reaction from me. You arrive with a sceptical mind and are just amazed by what you see.
The incline is obvious to the eye. No matter how hard you look, it always appears to be going uphill. Yet the truth is that you are going downhill. I even got out and walked up the stretch of road and it felt like I was walking downhill. I walked downhill, and it felt like I was walking uphill.
The truth is that it’s an optical illusion, but an absolutely perfect one. Apparently it’s the funny angle of the entire hill that causes this effect. However, local folklore attributes it to powerful fairy magic. Believe what you will.
I continued on to Mahon Falls. The road twisted through a landscape of green hills dotted with purple heather. The Comeragh Mountains – the easternmost extension of a mass of red sandstone created over 370 million years ago – formed a picturesque backdrop. Soon I came upon a car park. From here there is a path where you can walk to the bottom of the falls. Just a short way up the road from the car park, up a steep hill, is another small lay-by. I parked next to a couple who had spent the night here in their camper. From here you get a panoramic view of the surrounding landscape, and, as a family from Leeds had found out, it’s a great spot for a picnic.
Rolling, Rolling, Rolling.....
The couple from the campsite had told me that from the start of the Magic Road it’s actually possible to roll all the way back to the shop, which is a good couple of miles. So I decided to test their theory.
I drove to the start of the hill, and then put the van in neutral, leaving the engine running so the brakes would work. Rolling up the hill when facing forward does have the same effect, but it isn’t as intense. At the top of the hill I did continue rolling for a while, and then slowed to a painfully slow pace. I was about to give up and put the van in gear when it began to slowly pick up speed again. Soon the pace quickened until I was coasting down a steep hill towards a t-junction. I had no choice but to apply the brakes here because I couldn’t see around the corner. Once I had determined there was nothing coming I released the brake and once again continued rolling down the giant hill for another mile or so, sweeping through the narrow country roads until finally parking up beside the shop at the bottom of the hill. So they weren’t having me on.
These roads are part of the Comeragh Drive, a well signposted drive that circumnavigates the Comeragh Mountains and goes through wooded sections of the Nire Valley. After chatting to the friendly couple in the shop I continued on, taking a short drive though the area. The sky was overcast, but I imagined that when the sun was out this part of Ireland would be bathed in an array of red sandstone, green hills and bright purple heather. I only wished I could have stayed longer, but as I always say: ‘It’s not going anywhere.’
Location of the Magic Road
Location of Powers the Pot Campsite
My Ireland Book
Read the story of my first ever trip around Ireland in my book, Hot Footing Around the Emerald Isle.
With just a backpack as a home, a guidebook in one hand, a bizarre travelogue in the other and very little money in my bank account, I leave my home and set off to this little country that has always been my neighbour, yet overlooked by myself for many years as I pursued dreams to travel to far and exotic countries. However, I was soon to learn that one of the most beautiful places in the world was right on my doorstep.