I was born in 1957 and grew up on the Commons Road in Clondalkin village. The Camac River – also known locally as the Drinker, or the Sandy-hole, depending on which era you were born into. In my childhood we nicknamed it – the Drinker. The River was synonymous with all aspects of our childhood.
There are many holes or pools on the river Feale in county Kerry but one in particular stands out. It is called the Cot Hole or Poll na Coite in Irish. It is a rather deep section, about twenty feet, between the Kilmorna road and Duagh village near where the Callaghans now live. It got
We were crabbing at Murrisk. Two adults, three children and one Foxford blanket. The sun was shining, the sky was cloudless, and The Reek was standing over us like an ancient grandfather in a pointed hat. This was part of our annual pilgrimage with my best friend Kay, her boy Edward and my two nephews.
Heading down to the River Dodder as a child during the summer was one of my favourite things to do. I would use a fishing net that was attached to a thin bamboo pole. You could buy them in the local newsagents for around a £1 and that would be it, you were set up
My name is Baggi, one cool black cat. Living in a small estate called Riverview. It`s right across the road from a river called the Dodder. One day a few years ago I fell from a car and hurt myself badly and to this day I walk with a wiggle. Lots of people laugh at
There were wild ducks on the river then, presided over by a magnificent drake. The Black Dinin River snakes down through our village tumbling over the rock face into deep pools locally known as the Sheep hole, the Horse hole and Harry’s pocket. Harry’s pocket was our favourite haunt. Two large rock boulders divided the
I have had many great memories and stories from the river as I live in the beautiful town of Graignamanagh, where the river barrow flows through. I have been swimming and kayaking in the river from a very young age, thanks to my dad. My dad, sister and I started kayaking a good few years
In the rural Ireland I grew up in the nineteen fifties/sixties holidays abroad were not common. Indeed, a trip to the seaside was a once a year event. So ‘the river’ was very important in our lives. The river Douglas was our local river. It was easy flowing and as safe as a river could
When I was young a long time ago, we lived on a farm in a place called the Illies. There were nine children in the family and we all had jobs to do every day. Our land at the front of the house sloped down three fields to the river and the field at the
In the ‘50’s and early’60’s, our family spent Summer holidays in Tramore. We stayed in a caravan site, which had all amenities. The caravan was in a sheltered area. High winds came in off the sea frequently. They were liable to blow a caravan over, if not located properly. There were a lot of day-trippers
It was 1960 something and myself and the Da went for a walk down the Grand Canal At Inchicore. Da had the transistor radio blaring out the All Ireland and passers-by hovered to catch the latest score. I on the other hand was not interested in the match I was fishing. I had a stick
It was the evening before the big adventure, and I needed to pack! Maybe a life jacket, some food for a picnic, a jumper in case I got cold on the water, a mobile phone in case we needed help, an underwater camera too. The next day was going to be a big one. I