Warrenpoint seafront overlooking spectacular Carlingford Lough. On a sunny day, or any other day, the view from this shoreline is unsurpassable.
Wednesday, 24 September 2008
Clough Mór, Rostrevor, County Down
Clough Mór ('The Big Stone'), RostrevorClough Mór, a 30-ton granite boulder, lying on the upper slopes of Slieve Martin is a remnant of the Ice Age. It is associated in story with the legendary Irish shotputter and causeway builder Finn MacCool.
"I am an Ulsterman, a Connachtman, a Greek," said Finn.
"I am Cuchulainn, I am Patrick.
I am Carbery-Cathead, I am Goll.
I am my own father and my son.
I am every hero from the crack of time."
'At Swim-Two-Birds'
Flann O'Brien
The Fairy Glen, Rostrevor, County Down
The Fairy Glen in Rostrevor is situtated beside the pedestrian entrance to Kilbroney Park.
Celebrated in folk song and in fable, the atmospheric Fairy Glen is certainly worth a visit.
"Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand."
'The Stolen Child'
William Butler Yeats
Via S. Cesareo, Sorrento
Via San Cesareo in Sorrento is a street vibrant with the fiery colours of exotic fruits and alive with the evocative aromas of lemons and new leather.
Via S. Cesareo is certainly not in Ireland but Sorrento, Positano and other such locations along the spectacular Amalfi Coast have so impressed us on our travels that we make no apology for including them on this website.
The Amalfi Coast - when Ireland dreams of Italy.
Kilbroney Forest Park, Rostrevor, County Down
Photographer : Gerard McLoughlin
Kilbroney Forest Park, Rostrevor, affords visitors the opportunity to see Clough Mor ("The Big Stone") and enjoy spectacular views of Rostrevor, Warrenpoint and Carlingford Lough.
Sunday, 21 September 2008
Warrenpoint, County Down
(Photographs of Ireland)
The tall ship Thalassa at anchor in Warrenpoint harbour.
Ballymacdermot Court Cairn
(Photographs of Ireland)
Ballymacdermot Court Cairn
Every stone retains its memories
Of hands that gripped and heaved,
Of beads of perspiration,
Of whispered secrets,
And gossipy conversation.
Ballymacdermot Court Cairn
Every stone retains its memories
Of hands that gripped and heaved,
Of beads of perspiration,
Of whispered secrets,
And gossipy conversation.
Laughter echoing laughter,
Tears replacing tears,
Brows furrowing out
The immemorial mystery.
In budding hedgerows,
Other blackbirds sang;
In lustful loanens,
Other lovers laughed.
And the earth went round,
And others were born,
Gave birth,
And passed on.
Christopher Morrisey
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