Water is vital for all forms of life, water moves through many cycles of evaporation, condensation, precipitation, run-off. Water comes in many forms the seas, oceans, ground- water, glaciers, ice -caps, clouds, rainwater or run -off water. Freshwater has been used by humans for generations for agriculture, fishing, heating, cooling, washing, sports, to name a
The Abbey River, a tributary of the Shannon, runs close by our old house in Limerick. That river played a major part in our lives. We played and fished on the sandy banks and there was an old sand-cot beached there that disintegrated a little with each ebb tide until it disappeared altogether. There were
We were on a boat. Somewhere. As soon as things get nautical, I’m instantly lost. I’m pretty sure it was the River Shannon. I think I got a breakfast roll from a shop in Tír na nÓg at one point? On a voyage through the heart of The Emerald Isle, you pass through these pockets
Many, many years ago in the Barony of Caher there existed an amazing well that sprang from deep within the earth. It was known throughout the Slieve Aughtys for the purity and clarity of its water, the cool, sweetness of its taste and its ability to quench any thirst at any itme. The people of
This story has been passed down four generations to me! One sunny evening, in the early 1940’s as the sun was setting, my great grandmother set out to do her daily chores on the farm. She walked through the rough grazing grounds to come to the nearby lake called Trusk Lough, it is situated outside
O Wise old Owl, the smartest one You are smarter than- everyone! That large brain book, Intelligent in every look, Is even larger than the sun! That is what the Wise Old Owl sang to himself every morning. Until this one. He had just spotted the juiciest mouse in the world. So, he picked him
Standing on the grass covered Rookery quay my senses were set alight by the smell of salt scented water carried along on the summer breeze. Looking north, across the river Suir, the Barrow Bridge glistened in the morning sun. The river appeared to take a breather as high water filled the cuts and channels all
The Broadmeadow river curls around the centre of Ashbourne, Co. Meath, injecting a beautiful, ever-moving, natural entity into the urban backdrop of my home town. The river has been abused by pollution in the past, but has now been rejuvenated to a state of good health; perfect for plants and animals to flourish. One of
Flowing beautifully and calmly through Mullingar for over 200 years, the Royal Canal is a great reminder to us of Irish innovation, engineering and good old hard work and graft. No longer a hive of commercial and business activity on the banks, the waterway is a valuable source of leisurely recreation for locals off the
My name is Donagh, I am ten years old and I am a fisherman. My earliest fishing memory is, I was two years old; I was in a place called Kilkee in County Clare with my older brother and my parents. My Dad set up a line of feather traces; he attached a two pound
My grandmother told me a story when I was small about Manannán Mac Lir, the powerful sea god of Atlantica who had the ability to change the weather. My grandmother was on the White Claddagh seashore seeking shelter from the storm when suddenly Manannán Mac Lir, from the old legends rose up from the waves
It weaves its way through woodland, fields, ravines and bogs and meanders through the ditch near my house, a forgotten place, silent and peaceful, yet full of life. To see water in the ditch, you must push through the nettles that rise up like guards defending it. Fallen branches cross it like old bridges, some