In the 1970s we stayed as a family with my grandparents in Dooks in the Kingdom of Kerry looking out over the majestic MacGillycuddy Reeks. At the time aged 13, fishing was my passion as it is today, and Dooks was a great place to pursue it. Friends from the UK used to visit us
I was sitting on the bench by the front window of Murphy’s Bar on Brandon pier. Derry was standing in front of me almost done with his pint. He turned, stared at me with a little smile. “You still want to go out?” I tried to be as casual as I could, “Sure.” “Meet me
This story is set in the picturesque Muckross National Park in Killarney, Co. Kerry. Every summer as far back as I can remember, we as a family would annually travel down to Kerry and stay in an old farmhouse in Brewsterfield on the outskirts of Killarney for a consecutive month, we were graced by having
The day is mild. May is here. No rain for days. The river water unhurriedly running towards the sea. Gently flowing over rocks, then plunging downward. Idling in the pool below. Picking up speed momentarily when gushing over the weir not made by man but nature. Pleasant, busy gurgling. Steadily. Perpetually. I listen to it
I first heard of Coomloughra when I set out to climb the “Coomloughra Horseshoe.” It’s one of the classic hiking and scrambling ridge routes in Ireland and takes in several mountain tops – Scregmore, Beenkeeragh, Carrantoohill and Caher. These have an average height of about 1,000 metres. Nestled several hundred meters below ,there are three
I was born very near the Brown Flesk river in the early forties. In my youth I spent a lot of what spare time I had at the river. To me at the time it was a very big river as I knew no other river. As our small farm was bounded on one side
The coming of a new year brings such a strong longing inside; I can hardly breathe. Year after year, I return to a place. It was only a few years ago that I had my first visit here, which I still remember as if it were yesterday; there really is no place like it! The
I remember my first holiday in Castlebar. I was accompanied by my great grandmother who was visiting our dear friend Cynthia. As soon as I got over the five- hour journey, the excitement of her estate and ponies, she came up with the first of many ‘Waterbody’ adventures around County Mayo. We went to Lough
From my mountain, I can see the world below – but I can’t stay here – I’ve things to be… …I am a droplet of dew on the springtime grass, a crystal in the sun-warmth, next a tear joining the gambolling stream, bouncing leaping off the stones like a child at playtime, sometimes trickling, sometimes
The serene, rural village of Lispole in County Kerry may seem like any other small village at first, however the river that runs through it is heavy with history and carries with it an unusual tale. Abhainn an Londraigh flows peacefully from one end of the village to the other, under the old railway bridge
Once upon a time a young girl at the age of twelve named Cassie lived under Reenkilla in a city called CLAM TOWN. Cassie lived next to her best friends Johnny and Dory. Then one brisk evening they were outside a Coral Diner finishing off their Kelpcorn when all of a sudden ……………………..BANG!!!!!!!! Out of
What started out as a favour for a close family friend turned into a treasure hunt, then a healing place, a history lesson, an eye-opener. Enough of the riddle. Let’s begin. Onnolee’s son, Fintan told me at her memorial service in Pasadena that when she died she wanted to leave a little herself in this