The more I see, the more I am liking the larger street art installations such as The Beacon, Marina Walk and Camden Palace.
I have recently updated the Cork City page listing those grottos that I have spotted and recorded – currently at 36.
Some months ago, I queried whether anyone would demolish a grotto. I suspect that the grotto at Fota Lawn will need to be relocated in not removed to facilitate Knocknaheeny Regeneration.
When in Kerry this summer, I spotted a headstone that had a twist on the old saying, both Jewish and Irish…………….
My son, the Doctor……..
I am reading Frank O’Connor’s ‘An Only Child’ at the moment. Apologies for another quote so soon but I was in Cobh cemetery earlier last week and saw this cross and plaque.
When I read of ‘Little Nellie of Holy God’ , the name rang a bell somewhere on the very dusty shelves at the very back of the brain – somewhere that had not been visited for some time: somewhere originating on AbandonedIreland, I think. I made an ink and mental note to try to discover some more at some time in the future.
That task has yet to be ticked off but finding this cross is as good a reason for a blog.
I was in City Hall recently and spotted this notice.
I thought that ‘Closing Hours’ was a more appropriate title than ‘Opening Hours’
Well done that man!!
I do recommend a walk from town to Blackrock; along the Blackrock – Rochestown – Passage old railway line; €1 foot passenger charge on the ferry; and then onward to Cobh. Return by train €5.50.
Good for the mind as well as the body.
I was listening to podcasts while walking. This included Thought For The Day from a few years ago:
“What do we want to be remembered for? That’s the question at the heart of the holiest day of the Jewish year, Yom Kippur, the day of Atonement, which we’ll be observing this Saturday. It’s that rarest of phenomena, a Jewish festival without food. It’s a time when we ask God to write us in the book of life, and when God, as it were, asks us how we’ve used our life thus far.”
It may be a factor of my age. It may be influenced by the Winter Solstice and the reflection associated with this time of year but that thought did strike home in this quarter.
On this short day, whether you have a God to do the writing or whether you do it yourself, I hope you are happy with what is written.
As I mentioned last week, I was forwarded an email link to John Spillane singing The Ferry Arms. That night, I continued listening to John Spillane and came across The Ballad of Patrick Murphy.
Church St. Mural
Since I started conversational Irish classes, I have been reading place name signs with a greater interest.
Sometimes the signs conspire against me.
Sometimes, it depends upon whether one looks left or right….
In early November, sleep lost out to restlessness, so I brought the dogs for an early walk to Bell’s Field.
On that cold dry morning, it was refreshing to see the city appear from the darkness and the streetlights shut off for another day.
The view, no doubt, has changed substantially in the last century.
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