After last week’s chilly, grey Thursday Doors post I thought blue skies and boats might be called for. Boat doors come in all shapes and sizes.
The first few images are of Ballycastle boats. You would never think it was the middle of winter looking at these photos.
The clouds look a bit chilly and that was reflected in the temperature. However, the cold didn’t dampen our spirits and the grandchildren enjoyed a spell in the park. There was a boat of sorts there, too.
It might be a fake vessel but with a little bit of imagination it became an amazing pirate ship. Nearer to home, Belturbet boats are looking good, too.
A while ago I posted a photograph of a neat little cruiser that is usually moored in Belturbet. It has a ‘living’ roof but the shot was taken at dusk, so it was difficult to see. I took this one in daylight.
Here’s a close up of the roof, it even has a stove flue.
The Gaffer always enjoys his walks down by the marina but he’s not too steady on his old legs now, so he wears his doggy life jacket. It also keeps him warm on chilly days.
Welcome to another Thursday Doors post, this one is all about winter. I love the crisp, cold days we get here at this time of year. We probably have less rain during this season than we do in summertime. Irish summers have a watery reputation. In winter, the weather and temperature can change a lot as you travel north to south, even in such a small country as this. Usually it gets warmer but on this particular journey it got much colder. We headed south this day with blue skies and sunshine.
But within an hour the temperature had dropped by four degrees and this is what it looked like:
Icy roads and white fields. The odd door didn’t escape my notice, either.
Remember, we’re traveling south. It usually gets a wee bit warmer when we head in that direction. In the freezing fog and greyness, the trees seemed to take on a life of their own.
Even without their leaves, they can be majestic and beautiful. Entertaining, too. Does anyone else see a couple of human shapes in the next shot? Or even a gorilla?
Now you know just how far my imagination can stretch. I managed to get a clearish shot of two old headstones, right on the edge of the road, as we drove by. It wasn’t a safe place to stop so I couldn’t get a good look at the inscriptions.
I’m pretty sure they’re headstones but there wasn’t a graveyard in sight.
By the time we arrived home it was almost dark and it felt like we had travelled three hours north, instead of south. Thanks for dropping in on this chilly Thursday Doors post, Norm has lots more over on his blog.
The Gaffer is looking forward to hunting out lots of interesting Thursday Doors for 2020, so I thought it only appropriate that he should be featured in the first photograph of this post. Here he is, checking out the seagulls on the beach at my native village of Blackrock in County Louth. This is where we found our first door of 2020.
The Clermont has been revamped since my last visit to Blackrock and looks very inviting indeed. They serve up an amazing variety of dishes and on my next trip I’ll be trying some of them out, for sure. Here’s a close up of those doors, I think that might be a beer garden at the rear.
The sculpture across the street is one of my favourites as my ancestors were local fishermen and cockle pickers. In their day, The Clermont was quite a thriving hotel. Blackrock was originally a small fishing village and by 1841 the population had reached 507 with 95 houses, mostly small thatched fishermen’s cottages.
However, by 1845 a lot of visitors were attracted to the area. Some came to ‘take the waters’ meaning they drank the seawater as well as making use of the hot saltwater baths that were believed to be very beneficial to one’s health.
Due to complaints about the lack of hostelries and stabling, local landlord Thomas Fortescue had several lodging premises built, The Clermont Arms being one of them. From the mid 1800’s Blackrock grew to become a popular holiday resort for visitors from all over the north east of the country, including many from Scotland. This may have been a help to local people during the years of the Great Hunger, giving some degree of employment. Today, Blackrock has over 3,000 inhabitants.
Some of the properties in the village haven’t changed much over the years. Can you spot the fake door in this next shot?
After all that bird watching and door hunting The Gaffer is ready for a nap.
Thanks a million for joining myself and The Gaffer for this first Thursday Doors post of 2020 and the new decade ahead.
In 2019, as I traveled through Ireland in search of Thursday Doors, the scenery always captivated me. I want to thank all the visitors to my blog throughout the year for taking the time to stop by and share these journeys with me. This video is a short compilation of some of my favourite scenic photographs from various parts of the country. Goodbye 2019, I’m looking forward to lots more Thursday Doors hunting in 2020.
There are some interesting buildings and walls in my street so I thought they would make good subjects for my last Thursday Doors of the year.
I hope you are all hale and hearty, wherever you are this week. Thanks so much for all your visits to this blog over the past year and I hope to see you again soon for lots more Thursday Doors in 2020.
If you’ve seen last week’s Thursday Doors you’ll know it featured the doors of Dundalk in County Louth. As we drove through the town I managed to snap a few more shots from the car. The colours in this first one is how it looked at the time and there were no festive lights on, as it was daytime – just nature’s wonderful display.
The sandstone entrance to the grounds of St. Patrick’s Church (also known as a pro cathedral) is almost as impressive as the building itself. It’s wall and arches are much more weathered than the church, giving it an older appearance.
A pro–cathedral is a parish church that is temporarily serving as the cathedral or co-cathedral of a diocese or has the same function in a Catholic missionary jurisdiction that is not yet entitled to a proper cathedral, such as an apostolic prefecture or apostolic administration. (Courtesy of Wikipedia)
Thomas Duff was the architect who chose the Gothic design. The church dates from 1837 but was extensively renovated in 1894. Building came to a halt during the years of the Great Hunger and was resumed in 1860. The adjoining tower was added in 1903.
Just in front of the cathedral stands a monument. The main plaque is inscribed “In memory of Captain James Joseph Kelly, Gerald Hughes, James Crosby and James Murphy who lost their lives in a noble and humane effort to rescue the crew of the Barque Mary Stoddard wrecked in Dundalk on the 9th April 1858.”
Catherine Mcgrother, the twelve year old daughter of a local fisherman, witnessed the tragic events from the shores of Blackrock, as so many tried to rescue the remaining crew of the stricken vessel during a raging storm that lasted five bitter cold days. She was my great great grandmother and on her 100th birthday, she recited a poem someone had written about the tragedy. Along with the four volunteer rescuers who perished, nine of the ship’s crew lost their lives in that storm.
Most of the buildings in the town are very well maintained with lots of period features still intact. Many business premises have also kept up a traditional appearance, even if they have unusual names.
I love the shutters on this one and it has two red doors.
As we finished our drive through the town the colourful sky continued to draw my eye. Reflected in the car’s side mirror are some of the doors I missed because of it.
Ireland’s capitol city, Dublin, has a reputation for having colourful doors but this week’s Thursday Doors will show that there are other places with a fine selection on offer.
They might not be as grand as Dublin doors but the portals of Dundalk in county Louth are just as interesting. Many of them are separated by archways that enabled coaches to access stables at the rear of the properties, back in the old days.
For this week’s Thursday Doors I’m sharing some shots I took from the car on a couple of road trips recently. The first one even has a silhouette of me taking the photo as we drove by a neat little cottage.
I just managed to capture this as we sped by (within the speed limit, of course). Although it’s a bit blurred, I couldn’t bring myself to delete it. Red car, red roof and red door.
You can see from the stone wall that Mr. R. didn’t slow down for this one either.
This last one is of my maternal grandparents first home, which they rented for a while just after they were married almost a hundred years ago.
Thanks for stopping by. This Thursday Doors post is part of a weekly series hosted by Norman Frampton and if you check out his blog you’ll find lots more doors from around the globe.
I’ve noticed that many of my Thursday Doors posts are of places that begin with the letter B – Belturbet, Blackrock, Ballycastle, Ballyconnell, to name a few off the top of my head. In the Irish language, Baile can mean a town, place or field and Beal is mouth, as of a river. This might explain why so many towns and villages in Ireland begin with the letter B. However, Blackrock is the English literal translation for the village I come from. In Irish it’s called Na Creagacha Dubha. Dubh means black in Irish and the name refers to the colour of the sedimentary shale rocks that dot the coastline in the area.
It might be a small place but Blackrock has quite a few names for its various sections of coastline, like The Priests’ Beach in this image and next to it you’ll find Ladies’ Beach. There’d be no shananigans going on with that set-up but I’m not sure who benefitted the most. Of course, nowadays the beaches are open to all but the old names still stick.
Blackrock has some lovely colourful doors, as you can see from the above photo. It also has unusual business names, like this one.
There are often unusual vehicles to be seen parked up by the beach.
My mother used to paint for a hobby, as did both of her parents. Her father painted a watercolour scene of Blackrock main street back in the early 1900’s and she copied it in acrylics.
Then she decided to paint one of the main street as it is nowadays.
Sorry about the reflections but you get the picture, so to speak. Thanks for stopping by this week and for lots more Thursday Doors, have a look at the links on Norm’s blog.