Paddys cross, betimes - A blog from the Bog

An occasional blog from the bog. My take on life in Ireland as viewed from the windy Connemara bogland at Aille, near Paddys Cross, where I live, and sometimes gaze out over Lough Inch towards Galway Bay, the Burren and the hazy hump-backs of the Aran Islands, swimming inexorably towards the setting sun and America, just beyond the Atlantic's heaving horizon.

Friday, February 24, 2017

By Rail and By Tram - A Loughrea Excursion

Bertie Kelly was our local postman in Loughrea for almost 40 years until he retired in the early 70's. He was also crazy about about gr...

Fáilte don Éan or Welcome to the Bird by Séamus Dall Mac Cuarta (1650 – 1733)

I heard the first Cuckoo call this morning, 21st April 2013, echoing across the bogs and lakes at Poll na gCloch, near Barna, in west Galway...

Epiphany

She looked up from her chair by the window, as though she’d just awoken from a pleasant dreamless nap when I walked into her room overlooki...

"Anois teacht an Earraigh" or ''Cill Aodáin'' by Anthony Raftery, Antoine O' Raifteiri

I was reminded of what little credit I give sometimes Ireland's forgotten writers and poets, especially those who wrote in Irish, 'a...

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Tynagh Mines - Gold in them there hills.

On a sunny afternoon in the early 1960's a Canadian sea-plane touched down on the silvery-grey waters of Loughrea lake, taxied to a jet...

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