Winter wonderland

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It was on the afternoon of Sunday, 10th January 2010 that Millstreet was transformed into a winter wonderland when a heavy blanket of snow very quickly covered the entire area.  We invite you to a tour of the town and environs as this transformation progressed.   We begin with Monsignor Manning at Millstreet Presbytery, onwards then to West End, The Bridge, Main Street, The Square where we meet Billy Sheahan of Wallis Arms Hotel, then to Church Street, down to Minor Row where Joe Fitzgerald  of Supervalu is still smiling (on a poster!) despite the freezing weather!   We continue down to Coleman’s Garage & Supermarket.   During our tour you will recognise many a local face.   And so on to the Fair Field where I suddenly found myself on the ground…just like a Charlie Chaplin scene….embarrassed but thankfully unhurt (though aching!!).   By the time I got back to The Bridge, Humphrey Hickey (of The Bush Bar) very kindly offered to drive me to the Boeing where sheets of ice were flowing on the River Blackwater (already so beautifully captured by Hannelie and displayed on the website).   Because we arrived following really heavy snow we were fortunate to see the “ice fish”!   In fact it’s a rock by the riverbank covered in snow but (as noted by Margaret Kelleher, Mount Leader) truly resembles a gigantic fish emerging from the Blackwater!    And finally back to my home in Mount Leader for some truly magical night snow scenes having met Noel Collins and Patsy McAuliffe on Clara Road.   Do keep warm in this frrrrrrreeeeeeezzzing weather!

(Seán Radley for )

Far North Even By The Short Route

I was born and raised in Claraghatlea near Millstreet Town
Though that hardly would rate as a claim to renown
Far north even by the short route as the birds choose to fly
From where I live now thousands of miles of sky
Where the Cails from Kippagh to the Finnow does flow
By ditches and through old fields where rank rushes grow
In that old countryside mine was a known face
But now I might be a stranger in the old Homeplace
A countryside that inspired the long dead bards to rhyme
Years before I was born that is going back in time
Through green Ballydaly by night and by day
The Cails from Kippagh ever babbles it’s way
Through Feirm, Annagloor, Shannaknock, Liscreagh and Clarghatlea where Finnow it does meet
In the old rushy fields near the Town of Millstreet.

by Francis Duggan