Posts Tagged ‘ Ballyduff ’

In South Tipperary there lies a region of highland fields ringed by dark mountains historically known as the Barony of Iffa and Offa. I have come here because this name sums up the Iffa and Offa that Ireland is now enduring, what with its recent arc of soaring possibility wilting back through clouds of...Read more »

The light all these new April days out here in Ballyduff is just a glory, a glory so needed and deserved in this country now. The goodness of some people shining. Yesterday I climbed into nearby hills and up a boreen of silence to meet with two of the finer characters around these parts,...Read more »

The country’s dead broke, but so is everything else, and therein lies the rust, the rub, and the charm. Me, I got problems. Got a broke tooth, got a broke dishwasher, clothes dryer, jet shower that never takes me over one Irish moon, broke phone, broke pipe, broke bank account – two hours of pushing...Read more »

Yesterday the sun was euphoric and so was the little main street and school and community hall of Ballyduff in West Waterford. It was time for the annual summer celebration with trad music played on multiple stages through the day by people of all ages, including young children. Kids with icecream on their faces,...Read more »

Beside the Blackwater River in West Waterford, there sits a picturesque little village called Ballyduff Upper where the never-ending flow of water and lush surrounding hills create a sweet serenity. Tranquil as it looks, the place is stone mad for horses, especially now, with mares being shuffled in from points far to be “covered”...Read more »

Spring has come, we think in Ballyduff. In past years, the daffodils would have been bursting to life by Firbolg, the eve of February, but they are only blooming now. The little flowers — the pansies and snow drops and friends have come to life. The trumpeter swans are luffing their wings up and...Read more »