Thursday, December 1, 2016

Recent Curraghmore Scenes

Some images from avenue west to Whitestown:






Nine images hereunder taken on December 1st, 2016:










November images from avenue south (King John's Bridge to Salaheen):



A foggy and frosty morning!




Built especially for King John's visit to Curraghmore, but he didn't come this far!

Prince John, son of King Henry II of England, visited Ireland in 1185, to look after his father’s affairs here, which obviously meant ensuring the submission of certain ‘disloyal’ native nobles.   The Norman de la Poers had only arrived here fifteen years previously approx.

In April 1185, he arrived back once more, this time as King John. Landing at Crooke, a short few miles from Waterford, he set out to reduce the native chieftains and nobles to submission, especially the de Lacys. The de Lacys fled to France.
King John and his army then marched all the way to Dublin and Meath, and even on to Carrickfergus, most others submitting to him.
He returned to England in August 1210, from which date the Lord Justice, John de Grey, looked after his affairs.
Legend has it that he was expected at Curraghmore during that lengthy visit, hardly to subdue the de la Poers, who built this bridge in 1205 especially for his arrival.  He never came!  This is considered to be the oldest bridge in Ireland!


Getting an overall view of the bridge is impossible,
due to adjacent trees, bushes, and river-bank foliage.




Viewed from Portlaw to Clonea-Power road.




Sunday, November 27, 2016

Mayfield House

The now-defunct Malcomson mansion . . . 



In yesterday's foggy and extremely cold conditions,
the old mansion still had a somewhat majestic appearance,
at least from this viewpoint.

(Most pictures on this site will enlarge with a single left click)

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Recent Woodland Scenes

Woodland Scenes - Tower Hill area, October 27th 2016:




                                                                                                                                                        Spanish Chestnut Leaves



Within days, the leaves were falling rapidly.

Monday, November 14, 2016

November Sky


A Portlaw November Evening

Photographed on November 9th from the Polo Field entrance gate,
looking towards Cruachán on left and the Comeraghs on the right.

The more-or-less monochrome colours were as taken i.e not modified.

Monday, October 31, 2016

SPOOKY PORTLAW CHARACTERS


Thanks to
PORTLAW TASK FORCE
for organising a great
Pre-Hallowe'en Entertainment
around the town on Sunday October 30th, 2016.

                                                   

Some strange characters were seen at the edge of town!


Maura Corcoran and family members were keeping a watchful eye on goings-on!


Families galore were out for the evening.


Local personalities were all over the place.

                                               
                                              

Ghosts and goblins were all over the fountain!


These local ladies were hungry for excitement, and then . . .


. . . charging down the Curraghmore road, in a cloud of smoke,
came this weird horse-drawn chariot,
stopping in the middle of the large crowd!


Meanwhile, this witch was dancing around the fountain.




The 'chariot', with those weird characters on board, eventually moved off,
like the Pied Piper of Hamelin,
luring most people away through various parts of the town



The King family resting from all the walking.





Some faces, familiar from last year!


Halloween itself in Portlaw . . .

                                                                                                                                                     Cobwebs enveloping things outside the library . . .


. . . and plenty of activity in Brown Street and near the fountain . . .


. . . but strange things at the library door!





Mary Coe and other householders in Brown Street, all very generous with the Trick or Treat people!


Another witch at the Heritage Centre.



There was Shirley coming towards me at the fountain, with chocolates I thought,
but it was a Pizza for herself!


This little boy we saw already,
but here he is with his Romanian mother.


Headstones were appearing in various places,
but I didn't notice flowers beside any of them!





A peep over a local garden wall showed this grim scene!


Charming, quiet local boys, I thought . . .


. . . but in a split second they had turned into monsters.


Turning around at the fountain, worse was to come,
the face was familiar, I thought . . .
and I rushed off home!


Next day, after a sleepless night thinking about the face,
I made my way to the 'Lady Field' . . . 


. . . and there was Her Ladyship, looking majestic as ever in the morning light!


A closer look, and I was momentarily stunned on now seeing the same face as I saw the previous night, even if Her Ladyship had a more relaxed look this time!
Talk of 'moving statues' . . . !!!