Me Blogging down rabbit holes……

The homepage of my blog. The photo was taken from my front
door, looking down over the valley of Mágh Ghréine on a lovely foggy morning.

 

When I retired from teaching in 2013, I resolved to take on a new challenge, so I began experimenting with developing my own blog. I eventually settled on WordPress and, slowly but surely, began learning, single-handedly, the intricacies of building my site and editing, adding, importing, and sharing photographs, video clips, and other images and illustrations to embellish my writing. Since those early days, it has brought me great joy and satisfaction. In truth, I get a great sense of achievement when I send a blog post out into the ether and wait for a reaction, hopefully a positive one.

My initial hope was to publish some musings about life in the slow lane following my retirement! The blog was meant to be a repository of my rants, my rambles, and my reviews of poetry, fiction, and film. It was also meant to include some analysis of the political situation that my rants section didn’t already cover!

Over the intervening years, it has become a platform for second-level students and their teachers, guiding them in their Leaving Cert English studies. I have published well over 260 blog posts on poetry, drama, and film. From September to June each year, I have a loyal following of eager students who visit my site and use the free resources. I also have a very loyal following in India!

For years, when I was teaching, I gave grinds to neighbours’ children and children of friends and colleagues and a few others who came – in desperation! – because they had heard things on the grapevine. I have to say I always begrudged the time I lavished on this one-to-one teaching. I would have much preferred to be out in the garden or pucking a sliothar around with Don. My blog fixed all that, I can now work at my own pace; I can come and go, let matters rest, distil, and ferment before I publish at my leisure.

To date, the blog has had over 1.8 million hits, which is astounding. This year alone, I have had visitors from 179 countries!

This is what I can see behind the scenes! My Top 10 customers on any one day!  As you can see, I have many loyal followers in India!

In addition to publishing material that students studying for Leaving Cert and A Levels snap up, I also write posts that reflect my own interest in poetry. Chief among these is my near obsession with Michael Hartnett, who was reared in Maiden Street in Newcastle West. I knew him when he returned to live in Glendarragh, near the town, from 1975 to 1985. I also had the pleasure of teaching his son, Niall. I have done some exhaustive research on his background, influences and, of course, his poetry, which I love. I have enough material on one of his iconic poems, The Retreat of Ita Cagney (Cúlú Íde in Irish), to write a PhD thesis! Maybe someone else will take up that baton in time!

I am also very interested in local history, and I have done some research into the etymology of some local places and place names, like Ahalin and Clouncagh in my own parish and Maiden Street in Newcastle West. The harsh reality, however, is that even though I have about 400 active followers, very few read my ‘local’ stuff! Like Goldsmith’s village schoolmaster, I sometimes feel that I am ‘wasting my sweetness on the desert air’!

Now, I mentioned rabbit holes in this rambling essay’s title, so here’s why.  Teachers worry that the era of books is over, and their worst fears may be about to be realised.  Alice, in that wonderful story, disappeared down a rabbit hole, but the power of our internet age gives us all the opportunity to disappear down several rabbit holes each day, to our great advantage and for further education.  I’ll give you an example now, and you’ll quickly see that you couldn’t do this trick with a novel or even a textbook.  All you have to do is click the links below, and down that rabbit hole you will go!

My blog contains several reviews of novels, plays, and films, mainly material that interests me personally. I have reviewed many Irish writers, like James Joyce,  John McGahern, Claire Keegan,  Donal Ryan,  Jennifer Johnston,  John Boyne, Seamus Deane, Brian Friel, and  Kate Cruise O’ Brien. I have reviewed plays from Knockaderry Hall to The Abbey Theatre and have had great fun reviewing films like The Banshees of Inisherin for my own enjoyment.  Each link opens up an opportunity for further, deeper study – if you so wish.  If you’d like to read some of my Hartnett material, then simply click on The Hartnett Files and off you go!

I’ve had the odd post go viral, such as Michael Hartnett’s 26 Pubs at Christmas!, which I posted just before Christmas 2023. By Christmas Day, 12,000 people had read it, which was a great Christmas present indeed. The most views in a day occurred on the 7th of June, 2022, the day before yet another COVID-affected Leaving Cert began: would you believe it, 3,959 chancers visited my blog that day looking for inspiration before the English exam on the following day!  In truth, I am astounded by the stats, and the internet audience is staggering.  Here are just a few of my most read blog posts, the major hitters: Study Notes on ‘Foster’ by Claire Keegan – 131,000 views, An Analysis of Inversnaid by Gerard Manley Hopkins – 14,000 views, A Brief Analysis of Seamus Heaney’s poem ‘Death of a Naturalist‘ – 15,000 views, Analysis of  ‘The Forge’ by Seamus Heaney – 76,000 views, Character Study of Elizabeth Bennet and Mr Darcy in ‘Pride and Prejudice‘ – 108,000 views, An Analysis of the Poetry of Thomas Hardy (1840  – 1928) –  40,000 views, and finally, AN ANALYSIS OF THE POETRY OF ROBERT FROST (1874  – 1963) –  32,000 views, etc., etc.

All my material is freely available to view. Still, unfortunately, I have noticed recently that sites in China and America have been harvesting all my material to enrich their dubious AI project.  I haven’t been approached for permission – or indeed payment.  Such is our crazy world!

Anyway, a quote from Leonard Cohen sums up the overwhelming ethos of my blog. I don’t believe in perfection and have always agreed with him when he says in his iconic song, Anthem:

Ring the bells that still can ring,

Forget your perfect offering,

There is a crack in everything,

That’s how the light gets in.

 

Music to the ears of any blogger! Stats booming!
Music to the ears of every blogger! Stats booming!

September Rambles in Puerto Rico

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Ready to descend the 756 steps!

“I have two doctors, my left leg and my right” – G.M. Trevelyan

I have recently spent a glorious week in Puerto Rico in Gran Canaria rambling up hill and down dale, so to speak.  This place is challenging enough and rambles in the early morning or after five in the evening are recommended.  I hope I’m never there during an earthquake!

We have been coming here now for the past ten years and each visit uncovers new delights, improved pathways, steps and roadways. Our favourite walk is the Cliff Walk between Puerto Rico beach and the man-made Amadores Playa.  This is an easy ramble and often a preamble to more strenuous excursions.

We invariably book accommodation on the lower level, Corona Cedral would be our favourite place of all but we have also stayed in Monte Verde, Letitia del Mar, Maracaibo,  Canaima and also Rio Piedras with its terracotta terraces overlooking the beach.  All these are very central – near the main Shopping Centre and also the beach and its many restaurants.

Our favourite restaurants are all on the beachfront.  We’ve been evangelists for Oscar’s  Restaurant for years and recently it seems to have amalgamated with its near neighbour Restaurante Aguaviva but I’m glad to report that  the standards haven’t slipped – the most fantastic prawn cocktail, salmon, fillet steak, Crepes Suzette and all washed down with copious amounts of Marques de Caceres Crianza!  The nearby El Greco apartment complex also has three restaurants which are worth a visit, especially La Cantina which is the best of the three El Greco options.  The new kid on the block is Frank’s Gourmet Restaurant and after our one visit on this trip, it is guaranteed to keep the others on their toes!

The only drawback I find with Puerto Rico is its distance from the airport – approximately 40 kilometres.  However, Gran Canaria has a first class public transport system and once free of Arrivals and the terminal building you can go to the bus terminal and get the 91 bus to Puerto Rico for €5.45 – as opposed to €50 for a taxi.  Alternatively, Ryanair and others provide reasonably priced shuttle services to and from the airport.

As one becomes familiar with the area one becomes more confident in foraging out new trails, loops and challenging treks.  The one thing to notice is that there are steps everywhere linking the various levels.  The local authority has done fabulous work in the past five years building a series of steps from the beach to the high point near Puerto Azul apartments.  In all, there are 756 steps in this series – individually counted! – and depending on your exertions you can decide to descend the 756 or take on the more daunting challenge and ascend – or even decide to work both into your evening ramble!

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I am reminded that numerous philosophers and novelists have also wandered and wondered. Kierkegaard did so in the countryside near Copenhagen, and suggested that it might be good for his niece, Jette, to do likewise. Prompting her in 1847, he came up with a notion I repeat on my own travels:

“Above all, do not lose your desire to walk.  I walk myself into a state of wellbeing and walk away from every illness.  I have walked myself into my best thoughts, and I know of no thought so burdensome that one cannot walk away from it” (A Letter to Henrietta Lund from Søren Kierkegaard, 1847,  trans. Henrik Rosenmeier, 1978).

I haven’t read many of HG Wells’ novels, but there’s another mantra from one of the non-fiction works, Modern Utopia, that I’ll happily take to my deathbed: “There will be many footpaths in Utopia.”

And whether I’m rambling in the Ballyhouras or in the hills above Bormes Les Mimosas or in Puerto Rico my favourite nugget of wisdom  is, of course, T.S. Eliot’s evocative words from The Waste Land (1922), surely one of the most beautiful poetic lines ever written,

“In the mountains, there you feel free.”

In conclusion, I am often reminded of the lovely Latin phrase,  Solvitur ambulando –   ‘it is solved by walking’ – sometimes attributed to St. Jerome or  Diogenes, or St. Augustine, maybe even Thoreau or Chatwin, inter alia…..

So, put your best foot forward!

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A panoramic view of  Puerto Rico beach and marina from on high!

The Troubled History of The Crooked Tree

The Crooked Tree as it is today in 2026 – unfortunately, like many other ash trees, it has succumbed to the dreaded Ash Dieback  disease, and its days as an iconic landmark are numbered.  You can see the remnants of the old Limerick – Newcastle West road on the left of the photograph and the new road layout on the right.

The Crooked Tree is a very well-known landmark on the main Limerick-Newcastle West road, about two kilometres out on the Limerick side of the town.  The tree is situated in the townland of Gortroe and is, in fact, situated in the parish of Knockaderry. The Crooked Tree also holds the unenviable distinction of being one of the few trees in Ireland to have moved from one side of the road to the other!  In 1965 the tree stood on the right-hand side as one approached the town from Limerick as can be seen in the photograph above.  Then, the County Council carried out extensive renovations and upgrading to the roadway, following which the Crooked Tree now stands sentinel on your left-hand side as you approach the town from Limerick!

Rightly or wrongly, the tree has been the subject of many gruesome stories down the years, the most common of these being that it was used to hang people in the dim and distant past.  According to Bill Flynn, then a student in St. Ita’s Secondary School, who wrote a very interesting article in the 1983 edition of the Knockaderry Clouncagh Community News:

The most persistent of these stories was that which claimed that the assassins that murdered the ‘agent’s son’ paid with their lives for the foul deed on this natural scaffold.  There were, too, stories of other hangings – sheep stealers and other minor criminals, according to local lore, breathed their last as they swung from the peculiarly shaped branch of this ugly black ash.

Another local resident, Michael Cregan, R.I.P., who lived for many years within a stone’s throw of The Crooked Tree seems to corroborate these stories, providing us with further detail.  Writing in the Knockaderry Clouncagh Journal in 1999-2000 he states:

The story goes that people were hanged from the tree up until the early 1900s for committing the most minor of offences.  According to Liam Ó Danachair, the historian, Patrick Moylan and his son Seamus, who lived in Ballyallinan in 1732 were returning from Newcastle West after getting a spade made at the forge.  They were stopped by drunken English soldiers.  The soldiers began to jab the father with their bayonets and he defended himself with the spade and he killed one of the soldiers.  He shouted to his son to run home.  They killed the father and hanged his hacked and tattered body from The Crooked Tree where it was left as a warning.  Under the cover of darkness, some neighbours cut down the body and buried it in consecrated ground.

The Moylan homestead in Ballyallinan. The house was demolished in the early 70s.

The Moylan homestead in Ballyallinan South corresponds today to the land farmed by James O’Connor and his wife Colette and family and was formerly owned by James’s parents, Colm and Nellie O’Connor.  Mrs Moylan was one of the last native Irish speakers in the area and the house was famous for its gatherings where Irish was spoken.  Sean Ó’Faoláin, when he visited his relations, the Hough family in Loughill East, was a frequent visitor.

The evidence above doesn’t point to a hanging taking place, rather that the body was hung from the tree as a warning, Patrick Moylan having been earlier killed by the drunken soldiers.  Michael Cregan also has a plausible explanation concerning the mystery surrounding the tree:

Many people were doubtful that hangings took place because when excavations took place no remains were found.  The simple explanation is that the next of kin always removed the body and gave it a proper burial.

Bill Flynn tries in his article to dispel the notion that the tree was ever used as a gallows by detailing the excavations which took place around 1965:

When the County Council excavated along by the west side of the tree, preparatory to the construction of a new section of road, deep interest was taken in the operation.  The excavators tore down to a depth of five feet into the tough yellow mud but no sign of soil disturbance was revealed and no remains were found.

He further states that a local man, Toss Enright, who lived out his eighty-odd years virtually in the shade of the tree claimed that the present tree developed from a ‘sucker’ that grew out of the stump of the original tree which was felled in the early 1900’s.  He also told of a local woman who died in 1903 at the age of ninety years who claimed that nobody had ever, in her memory, been hanged from the tree.  However, she did say that her mother had told her of two men who had been hanged from a scaffold erected in the field beside The Crooked Tree and she had never heard of any other executions.  Bill Flynn ends his enthralling piece of research by concluding:

For lack of evidence to the contrary, we are forced to assume that the ‘history’ of the tree was born out of fanciful thought.

However, another plausible explanation as to why the legend persists may have something to do with the etymology of the name given to the tree.  We know from just a cursory examination that Irish place names give up a rich harvest of information concerning topography, battles, famous saints, etc., etc.  For example, Gortroe, the townland in which The Crooked Tree stands was originally called An Gort Rua in Irish, which means ‘the red garden’ (probably a place where potatoes were grown in the past), and another nearby townland Ballingowan,  was originally Baile an Gabhan, the townland of the blacksmith.  In Ireland, in the 1830s the English were busy converting many such place names from the Irish language into the now legally required English.  Sometimes they were very diligent and sometimes they were very lazy!  The Irish phrase for a Hanging Tree would have been Crann Crochadh and on a Friday evening, after a long week translating place names into English, it might have been very tempting to translate this Crann Crochadh into what we know today as The Crooked Tree.

Talking of place names in the locality, however, tends to disprove my theory.  Not too far away from the townlands of Gortroe and Ballingowan, as one exits Newcastle West heading for Dromcolliher, is the townland of Ardnacrohy.  Now, this must have definitely been translated in somewhat of a hurry because the original would have been Árd na Croiche which should be translated directly as ‘The Hill of the Gallows’, or ‘Gallows Hill’ maybe, or ‘The Hill of the Hanging’ or somesuch gruesome alternative.  My point is that if  Ardnacrohy was the location for local hangings then The Crooked Tree was not needed – except maybe in an emergency!

(It is interesting, even fascinating, that in Cork City there was also an Árd na Croiche, at the top of Barrack Street in the city, Cork’s Tyburn if you will, but the earnest and diligent Corkman, who carried out the translation for his English masters, must have been very conscious of the future tourism potential of the place so he translated Árd na Croiche into the far more innocuous and inviting placename, calling it Greenmount)!

So, there you have it, ‘fanciful thought’ or long-embedded local lore no one is sure – the jury is still out – or maybe they didn’t have much use for juries in the ‘good old days’ long, long, ago!

Bibliography

Knockaderry Clouncagh Community News – Christmas Annual 1983

Knockaderry Clouncagh Journal – Millennium Edition, 1999-2000

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Recent Rambles

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Walk from Puerto del Carmen (Old Town) to Puerto Calero

  1. “El Varadero de la Tinosa”, is the original village of what is now the thriving Old Town centre of Puerto del Carmen. Today it is still a centre for fishing and there is a very strong seafaring tradition in the area.  It is a centre for tourist trips and there is a regular hourly ferry plying between the port and Puerto Calero – the destination for our walk.  We begin the walk in the port itself near the very distinctive Casa Roja restaurant at the beginning of the recently developed Boardwalk.

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  1. Leaving Casa Roja we walk to the end of the boardwalk and take the steps at the end turning right. At the top we turn left along by the Aqua Marina apartments and go to the end where we again ascend some steps and veer left before ascending the recently constructed twenty switch-back steps to the newly paved area at the top.  There are lovely views out to sea and many  viewing areas along this stretch of the walk.

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  1. Leaving “El Valadero de la Tinosa”, we walk south-east along the coast. The distance is 2.2 kms. approx and the walk, taken at a nice brisk pace, will take you about thirty minutes.  The path now changes to a dirt track and runs above a small cliff that permits a glimpse from above, of the intertidal area, it’s coves and small inlets.

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  1. We arrive at “The Barranco (ravine) del Quiquere”, of interest because it’s volcanic sides contain engravings from the indigenous world of the island of Lanzerote. We can get a close look at them by taking the track just 50 metres to the north on the right side of the ravine as you walk from Puerto del Carmen.  We cross down into the gorge and up the other side.  It is also to be noted that this area is one of the two recognised nudist areas on the island so this may add some spice to your evening’s ramble!

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  1. The views of the sea and islands of Lobos and Fuertaventura to the south enhance the beauty of the landscape in this area and eventually we arrive at the newly man-made marina of Puerto Calero. This beautiful port and marina is a fitting ending after our cliff walk and a ramble around the upmarket shops and outlet stores is highly recommended.  There are also numerous high quality restaurants and at least two hotels nearby.  Puerto Calero is renowned as a headquarters for some round the world yacht crews also and after a brief look around you will see why.

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