Water Dog at Poulaphouca

When I was young in the 1950’s we lived in Dublin but every summer we decamped for two months to a caravan near Blessington, in a field beside Poulaphouca Lake. There I had the freedom to roam with my dog Pickles. He was a very special dog. His mother was a pure bred Scotty and

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The Swans of Lickeen Lough

Lickeen Lough is a 250-acre freshwater lake in The Burren Co. Clare. Approximately 3km from both Ennistymon and Kilfenora. Stocked with Brown Trout and home to the endangered European Eel. During the drought of 2018, previously unseen rock showed that the lake was formed 300 million years ago. I interviewed residents Fionnula and Fiachra Swann

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The Swimming Cow

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

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The Three Sisters

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

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The Timeless Broadmeadow

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

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The Way to Go

Gollierstown Bridge was peaceful as I rested. Suddenly, another joined me, and spoke: “I remember the boats on the canal. The Grand Canal. Oh yes, it went from Portabella to Ballinasloe in the finish. The first cut was at Clondalkin. 1780. To Sallins. The boats? Longer than ye’d imagine: first one, 17 metres you’d call

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The Weir

I was taken by surprise when I took a detour to have a look at the weir of my childhood – a feature of my 7 or 8-year-old summer. The weir of my memory had high riverbanks that needed a dangle by the arms and drop from the bank to get to the concrete, landing

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The Life of a Swan

There is a pond in Carriglea Shanballymore about 4km from my home and I was delighted when a pair of swans came to make their home there in the spring. They have been coming there for a number of years. They made a nest and the Pen which is a female swan laid 6 eggs

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The Little Brook and the World

Many years ago, I used to spend two weeks of every summer break at my Grandparents’ and that was always the highlight of my summer. Granny told many stories from the past, but Grandad only had one story. He told me that story once every year: it was about a little brook in the nearby

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The New Discovery of the Water Fish

I have three friends that I took a trip in the car to Laytown beach a month ago. When we were there, we went into the sea, and we found a new discovery – An animal about a metre long, with …. a yellow tail, a black mouth a white body a blue head and

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The Rattlin Rap

Back in the 1980s my brother lived in Michigan and loved to fish. He couldn’t come home because there was no Green Card but we loved to open the presents he sent. My sister got a quilted jumpsuit and I got a fishing rod and a few lures. One dark rainy night in March, while

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The River Bandon An Bean Deas

I have lived with a goddess all my life. She is full of surprises; her twists and turns spectacular, unpredictable. Sometimes she looks hollow and lean timid and shy, sometimes brimming full, bubbling over. Always changing. Never ever quiet though. In the past there were times when her anger raged, erupting escaping onto the streets.

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