Mom said we could go to Tramore beach for a picnic. I jumped up and down. I loved the beach – even though I couldn’t swim. What more could a seven year old ask for? Mom asked me to butter some bread. I couldn’t wait to get there, so I eagerly agreed to help. We
Rising slowly that morning, the sun watched as a single boat chugged sleepily inwards towards the safety of the harbour walls. Its hull was filled with several overflowing fish boxes. Although the world was on lockdown, the lobsters went about their business totally oblivious. That included being caught in the pots, having been lured by
In 1174 AD a fierce sea battle raged in Dungarvan bay that was to be recorded as Munster’s last Norse battle. The Hiberno-Norse were descendant of the Scandinavian Vikings that had settled on the south east coast a few hundred years earlier. They had likely established a settlement along the bay as several Viking/Norse place
It was my first day back at school and I was so excited because my class and I were going kayaking down the Blackwater river in Lismore. The instructor was waiting by the side of the river just past the Lismore Bridge with about 20 colourful kayaks shining in the sun. There was loads of
Sitting on the water’s edge, skimming stones, she couldn’t help but feel a strange presence surrounding her. She watched the stones skip along the surface bouncing into the unknown. An air of melancholy surrounded her and echoed the mood she harboured within. Lucy often heard told of the story of Mary Hannigan, banished to these
Occasionally a fish would take a gulp from our juicy worm, before darting away. This was our resourceful attempt to catch one of many small innocent fish in our neighbouring Tay river. If the fish were innocent, well so were we, as we had not a chance of catching a fish no matter how small,
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
The time: 18th August, 1983 The place: Lismore Strand I’m going to bring you to a beautiful part of West Waterford called Lismore and to a spectacular spot along the Blackwater River overlooked by our Castle called The Strand. This particular day was very special because it was my 16th birthday. I had on my
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
On the wall, the old clock ticks. Tick tock, tick tock. I’m carried back to another house, another time. The latch lifts on the two part cottage door and my grandfather comes in with his usual greeting, “God save all here”. His son, my uncle Paddy, follows him in with a big grin on his
Jack Loved Dungarvan Harbour and the bay that linked with the ocean where the Celtic Sea mixed with the Atlantic. He loved to see the water wash the old quayside in the town, the spreading coast on the north side, that stretched off towards Hook Head and the corner of Ireland in one direction, and
Once upon a time there was a girl called Emma she lived in the town of Tramore in County Waterford by the water. Tramore is a seaside town with a large beach sand dunes cliff walks and a very large amusement park. Which brings in loads of tourists. She was off college for the summer