The death of the great Fergus mac Róich, former King of Ulster occurred when he was bathing with his consort Queen Medb in a lake on Mag n’Aí . Medb’s husband, the king Ailill spied the two of them together and even though Medb famously chose Ailill for his lack of envy, a wave of
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
Once a long time ago, there was a river that flowed down the mountain. This river was special. It was special because it filled the air with an orange scent. But that wasn’t the only reason it was special. All the animals that lived in the river were magical. There was a town a few
Once there was a little elf living in the estuary. He was afraid to come out of the hole he lived in because he was scared the swans would make fun of his pointy ears. The only time he left his hole was at night to find food. Late one night when the elf was
This is a true story told to me by my Nana one day One day while we were sitting by our little stream having lunch with our Nana, she was reminded of a story that her grandmother, Ellen, told her back in the 1950s when she was on her annual summer holiday with her, on
My Father, the Fisherman I can still see him standing at The Gap, a local fishing spot in Thomastown, casting his line into the surging water – a man who loved the river bank and who’d spend hours waiting for the salmon to bite. Many times I was there when a tug would come on
Night was closing in, smothering us in darkness. I sat on the old, rickety bench watching the fire twist and swirl in a never-ending dance. I held my marshmallow out on a skewer and waited until it was brown. I picked it off and plopped it in my mouth savouring its warmth and softness as
One of my favourite places in the world is the mouth of the harbour in Berehaven, with Ardnakinna lighthouse looking down on you from your port side and the Pipers Rocks standing tall and secure to starboard. Even more special are the Glas Lochs, a series of lakes in a scooped-out basin in the Caha
My nearest body of water is the Grand Canal. I lived at the 21st Lockhouse, Ballycommon for many years. My Grandad, James Fisher, is the lock keeper at this lock and I have many special memories of helping him open locks and put boats through. Locks are essential when the canal flows through territory which
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