Gleann-na-nGealt is called the Valley of the Mad, because of a belief that a cure for insanity exists in a well which is situated in the valley.

Legend has it that the name is associated with Gall, who was king of Ulster and was cured of madness when he drank from the well and eat the watercress growing in its waters. Ancient history also tells of "Bolcan" King of France who was also restored to full health when he drank from the well fleeing from the battle of Ventry harbour. 

In the 12th. century tale of "An Bhuile Shuibhne", Gleann-na-nGealt is said to be the place where Mad Sweeney found peace when he was banished to wander Ireland for a year and a day. Mad Sweeney was one of the early kings of Munster and recent historians link him with King Arthurs Merlin the Magician. 

A book called "On The Trail of Merlin" published some years ago tells of Merlins wanderings throughout the British Isles and includes details of his stay in Gleann-na-nGealt. Tom Batt O Connor oldest resident of the valley says that people came to the Glen by instinct. Many tales abound of people coming raving mad and going away cured. 

A stone near the well is called the Mad Stone, with a deep hollow in the centre of it. Legend has it that a local woman milked her cow onto the stone to provide for those who came during the night. A river crossing nearby is called Ath na Gealtan, The fools crossing.

Camp is steeped in local history and there are numerous archaeological sites in the area. Local people will tell you where they are. Watch this site for more information on local history over the next few weeks.

Here are some old photos from the area:

Tom Batt at the Mad Stone Gleann na nGealt	Camp School 1970	Dingle Train Commemoration 1993-Camp Junction	Gleann na nGealt Group 1930's

Biddy 1989	Camp GAA Social 1959	Camp Men at Coney Island, New York 1931	Camp Sheep Fair 2001

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Ode to Tom Crean
In the Ford of the Heros, There he lies, Brave Tom Crean Noble son of Annascaul, Where the gulf stream’s Cool, calm breeze Lulls him into gentle sleep, But hark and listen And you will hear The icy cold winds of Antarctica Sing a eulogy Through the trees of  Ballinacourty To their courageous warrior Home to rest at last.  Brigid  O Connor	Tom Crean Antarctic Explorer

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