Posts Tagged ‘ Blackwater ’

The crash of the Celtic Tiger has resulted in many distressing stories, with some of the misery to a not insignificant minority being  deserved. But when the heartbreak gets very local and personal and vivid it becomes more wrenching. Out in Ballyduff  just now — that parallel Waterford  universe of an Ireland of surpassing beauty with older values...Read more »

It is that time of the evening in Ireland. There is a vixen in my life and she skulks into my garden to eat apples now every day. Do foxes eat apples? I wondered too. But through sheer epistimology I can now swear that they do, and that they are mine. The golden apples...Read more »

What rain? In Fermoy today doowap music blasting from a loud speaker and maybe fifty twelve year-olds (one boy) exuberantly arms-kimbo dancing in synch on the footpaths. For old time’s sake I dabbled in the jaywalking, dug the smiles on the passing pedestrians faces. Ah so, it was drizzling and the nation is bankrupt,...Read more »

A strange morning in Ballyduff, the sun fleeting, the weather fickle and white swans on the Blackwater. They say the salmon are moving now but they do not swim into the room where I write and from which I stare out at the eternally moving water. I hear singing and move out onto the...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 »

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 »