Yesterday’s 365 pic – intentionally late – a small mark of respect to a wonderful lady who passed away at the weekend.
I was in Templemore for training, and as I had seen photos of this church on Tom Nelligan’s blog – www.thestandingstone.ie, I thought I’d take a detour through Loughmore to photograph it.
I left Clonmel early yesterday morning, but when I reached Loughmore the skies were still dreadfully dark, thanks to the woeful weather. Driving onwards to Templemore in the lashing rain, I could see (or rather I couldn’t see) the Devil’s Bit obscured with thick, heavy cloud. Not a photo opportunity in sight.
So it wasn’t until late that afternoon that I managed to get back to Loughmore, and I got a five minute break in the rain when I could take a few photos. A strong wind threatened to blow the camera out of my hands and it was all I could do to keep the lens steady. ( I won’t draw your attention to the blurry bits in the photos). Makes mental note:- next time BRING A TRIPOD!!!
The graveyard is fascinating. It’s been maintained really well, and I spent several minutes looking at the headstones. (I could easily have spent an hour if I hadn’t been getting soaked wet by the driving rain.) One of the plots was over two hundred years old and the inscription on the headstone could be read as easily if it had been engraved yesterday.
Some of you will have seen my Tweets and my Facebook status last night and early this morning, and will know that I spent some time in A&E last night. Several people thought I was there with John because of the photos I posted of him last night with the angle grinder. 😀 John is fine. It was Ally who wasn’t feeling well and she was kept in last night, unfortunately.
I finally got home at about 2AM this morning so I had a late start today – probably just as well as the sun came out and I had a window of photographic opportunity for a while.
Dove Hill Castle, Carrick-on-Suir
I must have passed this tower house hundreds of times on the road from Clonmel to Waterford and have never stopped to take a look. So, seeing as Ally could leave the hospital for a while today, I took both her and Bláthnaid for a spin.
Dove Hill Castle is a Norman tower built about 1450, and is very much in ruins. The ivy has taken a firm hold on the building as you can see from the photos.
The tower is sited on private land. There is a gate, with a section removed, that allows one to climb through easily into the field, and there’s a pathway worn through the hay up to the castle. Further down another gate states that trespassers will be prosecuted. I didn’t see that gate until I came out though, and I think maybe it leads into a different field (…honest, Garda).
If you feel you’d rather not take your chances with the sign, then you can easily take a photo of the tower from the gate. Just don’t arrive on a sunny day at lunchtime or it’ll be a silhouette you’ll be photographing.
When you’re all towered out you can nip across to the Dove Hill Irish Design Centre and shop to your heart’s content. I don’t want to sound like an advertisement, but they’ve a fantastic Newbridge Silverware section, they stock gorgeous Meadows & Byrne kitchen and homeware, and Lily Mai’s café is great for lunch and dinner.
It’s an awful pity Dove Hill wouldn’t do something with their website though.
I took a spin out to Mahon Falls where the sun decided to do a disappearing act, and I almost froze to death trying to take a photo. It was 5 degrees up there and people were strolling around the mountain looking freshfaced, windblown and happy.
I can’t remember the last time I was up at Mahon Falls, and the landscape is really stunning. There are lots of places where you can pull in to admire the view, and there are at least two carparks where you can park up for a while if you fancy a bit of hillwalking.
Did I mention the magic road? A little way down from the waterfall is an incline beside a Fairy Bush (or a raggy bush as it’s sometimes called). If you turn your engine off and put your car into neutral, your car will magically roll UP the hill! Try it, but try it on a day that’s not Sunday in order to avoid the steady stream of cars touring the Comeraghs.
Today’s 365 Tipperary pic wasn’t actually taken today, just in case you were wondering where the lovely calm evening came from. Being without a car, I had to search through my archive of photos and came across this one. (My actual 365 pic for today is something entirely different, but I’ll post that in a minute.)
Lough Doire Bhile
Situated not far from Glengoole, just off the bog road to Littleton, Lough Doire Bhile is a beautiful oasis of peace and calm. Ally and I went out one evening for a walk and spent about an hour taking photos, mostly of each other. We met lots of people out walking, and there were a couple of fishermen sitting on their little stools with their fishing lines dangling in the water. If I didn’t take photos I think I’d fish instead. It would be a great excuse to sit daydreaming for the day.
The lake, which is on the site of an old, exhausted bog, is apparently stocked full of brown trout, although I’ve heard it can be a bit ‘hit and miss’ as to whether you’d catch anything (explains the ‘dangling’). Still, even if you don’t catch the tea, you can always bring a few sandwiches with you and have them at one of the picnic benches beside the lake. Bliss!
The photos I actually took today (to fulfill the 365 aspect) are below – more night time shots. John was out back earlier cutting a piece of metal to shape and I couldn’t resist grabbing the camera and trying to capture the patterns of the sparks flying.
I hope my car is fixed soon or there could be sparks of a different sort flying.
I’m very glad I started this 365 project. Over the last couple of weeks I’ve gotten to see parts of the country that I don’t think I’d ever have seen only for starting it. (I knew there was a reason I wanted to be an auctioneer all those years ago – all that driving around, looking at the countryside.)
I drove to Gortnahoe (Gurt na who?) today. Now, I’ve been through Gortnahoe before and have never given it a second thought, but I think I would have paid more attention if I’d known this magnificent abbey was just a little further out the road.
The SatNav brought me straight to the location…almost. SatNav Sally (as I’ve come to call her) announced that I’d arrived at my destination alongside a very high stone wall that seemed to run for miles with not an abbey in site.
I thought I’d do a ‘Guess where’ for this post. This is definitely a lesser known spot. Sure…it took me two days to find it! 😉
Hint: It’s on the road from Ardfinnan to Ballylooby and a well known clergyman is interred there.
Tubrid Church and Cemetary, Ballylooby
There are actually two churches on this site. Pictured above is St. John’s, a 19th Century Protestant Church. Building of the church was completed in 1820, and in 1919 the church was abandoned. Since then it has slowly deteriorated and is now roofless.
This wasn’t what I intended to post here today… just in case you think I’m copping out with all this night time photography in Clonmel.
Today was just one of those days. My free iPhone SatNav needed updating, so I hooked up to the WiFi at college and proceeded to update it. Unfortunately it still hadn’t finished by the time I got to work, and was still updating when I left work. So I decided to use Google maps.
Today’s site is really more Kilkenny than Tipperary, although there are a few references to it on the internet as being in Tipperary. I’ve included it here because it’s on the Tipp/Kilkenny border and is only five minutes drive from another similar site that I’ve been to already.
Kilkieran High Cross
Today’s photo is more an opportunity for me to practise some night time photography, rather than an actual place to visit, although, having said that, the West Gate, Clonmel is an interesting structure.
West Gate, Clonmel
The West Gate leading to O’Connell street is a reconstruction of what was one of three gates – North, East and West – allowing entry beyond the town walls. It’s fascinating to think that these walls protected the town and kept the Irish out. Indeed, the Irish made their homes this side of the wall, which in turn became known as ‘Irishtown’. Some of the history of the West Gate can be read here.
I think today must have been the coldest day of 2013 so far. Thank God I didn’t have to trek across any muddy fields to get this photo. This place is very well maintained and is in everyday use.
The North Tipp crew might find it easier to guess this one.
Update: Location is
Maybe this one was a little bit more difficult to recognise, as the photograph is taken from the grounds of the abbey. This part of the abbey wouldn’t be seen from the main road.