The peril of too much access

The peril of too much access

The Great Blasket Island, seen from the mainland • Photo by Dimitry Anikin on Unsplash

Originally published 31 August 1992

Dun­quin, Ire­land — The Great Blas­ket Island lies a mile or so off the west­ern­most coast of Ire­land. Until 1953, the island was home for a small, iso­lat­ed com­mu­ni­ty of Irish-speak­ing peo­ple, who lived on ship­wrecks, her­ring, and pota­toes, with­out ben­e­fit of elec­tric­i­ty, tele­phones, run­ning water, or even that most Irish of ameni­ties, a pub. The island pro­duced an aston­ish­ing flow­er­ing of Irish writ­ing, includ­ing Mau­rice O’Sul­li­van’s Twen­ty Years A’Grow­ing, Tomás Ó Criomhthain’s The Island­man, and Peig Say­er­s’s Reflec­tions of an Old Woman. Per­haps no oth­er acre of land on earth has evoked a more volu­mi­nous body of literature.

The Blas­ket and the near­by main­land coast are places of extra­or­di­nary nat­ur­al beau­ty, des­per­ate­ly in dan­ger of overde­vel­op­ment and despo­li­a­tion. The island has been acquired by the Irish gov­ern­ment as a Nation­al Park. Now, on the main­land cliffs look­ing out to the island, the Irish Office of Pub­lic Works is con­struct­ing an “inter­pre­tive cen­ter,” a sprawl­ing struc­ture that will con­tain exhibits on island life and cul­ture, a cafe, a gift shop, toi­lets, and park­ing for the huge, dou­ble-deck­er tourist coach­es that some­how man­age to squeeze them­selves along the nar­row roads of West­ern Ireland.

Debate over the inter­pre­tive cen­ter has been vig­or­ous, some­times acri­mo­nious, pit­ting neigh­bor against neighbor.

Oppo­nents of the cen­ter believe its scale and loca­tion will destroy the very thing it is meant to inter­pret. Why, they ask, should tourists stand inside a build­ing look­ing at the Blas­ket through a plate glass win­dow, when they could be out­side on the cliffs, expe­ri­enc­ing the rock, sea, and air unmit­i­gat­ed by ersatz recon­struc­tions of island life? Let tourists who tru­ly care about the Blas­ket make the cross­ing to the island itself, vis­it the tum­ble­down hous­es where the islanders lived, and feel the salt spray and the sting of the wind, as did the islanders.

Elit­ism!” say sup­port­ers of the cen­ter. What about peo­ple who are too young, old, or infirm to make the sea cross­ing? What about all those folks in tour bus­es? Why not let them learn about Blas­ket cul­ture in the com­fort of a dry, warm exhib­it hall, while con­tribut­ing their dol­lars, marks, francs, and pounds to the local economy?

The bat­tle over the Blas­ket Island Inter­pre­tive Cen­ter has now been decid­ed — in favor of the cen­ter — but it’s being repeat­ed all over Ire­land. The Office of Pub­lic Works wants to build inter­pre­tive cen­ters in the heart of the lime­stone Bur­ren, the Wick­low Moun­tains, and oth­er places of excep­tion­al nat­ur­al beauty.

Iron­i­cal­ly, both sides in these bat­tles con­sid­er them­selves envi­ron­men­tal­ists. The Office of Pub­lic Works believes it is dis­charg­ing its respon­si­bil­i­ty to pre­serve and enhance the nation­al her­itage, open­ing areas of nat­ur­al beau­ty to wider pub­lic appre­ci­a­tion. Oppo­nents of the cen­ters believe the frag­ile envi­ron­ments of these places are already severe­ly stressed by overuse. The final straw, they say, will be car­a­vans of tour bus­es dis­gorg­ing hordes of tourists who want noth­ing more than post­cards, cheap sou­venirs, and a trip to the loo.

These bat­tles in Ire­land are skir­mish­es in a glob­al war between preser­va­tion­ists and advo­cates of pub­lic access. Do air­plane flights with­in the walls of the Grand Canyon pro­vide the pub­lic with an unpar­al­leled expe­ri­ence of nature, or does the roar of the engines destroy the silent essence of the canyon’s beau­ty? How many raft trips down the Col­orado Riv­er are con­sis­tent with the canyon’s wilder­ness char­ac­ter? How many tourists can enter Yosemite Val­ley or Yel­low­stone Nation­al Park before those places are awash in sewage, exhaust fumes, and lit­ter? Do all-ter­rain vehi­cles and snow machines facil­i­tate access to wilder­ness, or do they destroy wilder­ness? Who has a right to expe­ri­ence wilder­ness — only sen­si­tive envi­ron­men­tal types with Eddie Bauer jack­ets and Vibram soles, or the masses?

I will con­fess that my heart sank when I saw the hulk of the Blas­ket Island Inter­pre­tive Cen­ter ris­ing on a stretch of coastal cliffs so beau­ti­ful and unspoiled that it was used as a set­ting for the films Ryan’s Daugh­ter and Far and Away. As a per­son of demo­c­ra­t­ic prin­ci­ples, I balk at deny­ing any­one access to nat­ur­al beau­ty, and I appre­ci­ate the fact that a major­i­ty of local opin­ion was appar­ent­ly in favor of build­ing the cen­ter. At the same time, I know that some­thing pre­cious and irre­place­able has been lost.

Until his death in 1953, Ire­land’s pre­em­i­nent nat­u­ral­ist, Robert Lloyd Praeger, vis­it­ed every cor­ner of the nation, cat­a­loging the rocks, plants, ani­mals, and arche­o­log­i­cal rich­es. A botanist, geol­o­gist, and arche­ol­o­gist, he trav­eled “most­ly on foot, some­times by cycle, sel­dom by car,” for that, he says, is the only way to know inti­mate­ly any coun­try. His account of his trav­els, The Way That I Went, affirms the val­ue of “stop­ping often, watch­ing close­ly, lis­ten­ing carefully.”

The per­son who would stop, watch, and lis­ten has ample oppor­tu­ni­ty to vis­it the Great Blas­ket Island aboard one of the sev­er­al small boats that ply the waters between the island and the main­land, and inter­pre­ta­tion is read­i­ly avail­able in the splen­did works of lit­er­a­ture the island pro­duced. Let the the folks who want an ersatz expe­ri­ence of nature or folk cul­ture go to Dis­ney World, or the region­al equiv­a­lent, and leave our most pre­cious areas of wilder­ness alone.

If that is elit­ism, so be it.


The Blas­ket Cen­tre, which opened in 1993 on the main­land across the bay from the Great Blas­ket Island, has proved to be a suc­cess­ful edu­ca­tion cen­ter for Irish lan­guage and cul­ture, allay­ing many ear­ly con­cerns expressed dur­ing its con­struc­tion. The Great Blas­ket Island itself has remained untouched and unspoiled. ‑Ed.

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