The River Barrow, second longest river in Ireland, one of The Three Sisters, rises in The Sliabh Blooms and together with The Nore and The Suir flows into Waterford Harbour. There are many important towns and villages along its banks, the Village of St. Mullins among them. In the past, The Barrow played an important
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
He walks the riverside track daily accompanied by his best friend Bailey. The conversation can seem very one sided at times as Bailey is a dog of few words, but he often barks his agreement to suggestions of “walk”, “peanut butter” and “biscuits”! And he’s constantly laughing face expresses his joy in his life. A
The gurgling rush of water rustles the air, my heart beats quickly; a river, flowing, bubbling, pours below the shade of whispering trees. I looked over my shoulder, seeing the other children clanging sticks, shouting war cries, running around proclaiming what side they were on. I’d had enough of stick battles now and was drained
She sat in her usual spot, staring into the water hardly moving. She was being observed. “Mam is that lady strange?”, Simon whispered as he looked intensely ,anxiously at his mother. Though only six years old he noticed people acutely and he noticed some changes of expression on the lady’s face. “I am sure there