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.
Thanks for the Irish language lesson, Jean!! The doors are all quite wonderful, and I like the whole concept of pictures, of pictures, of doors! 🙂
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Thank you. Glad you liked it. Wishing you a lovely weekend.
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Nice that the priest has a beach, all for himself:):) Beautiful houses, and of course doors too! Oh my, both of your parents were painters, -and they were quite good! Love their renditions:) – so I guess you went a different direction in art with writing! I have a similar story, both of my parents loved music, and involved in musical endeavors, so they didn’t quite get all the doodles (they called it) I started doing since I was 12!
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It was my mother’s parents that painted, Jesh. I think everyone is creative but those who grow up with creative parents probably become aware of their own talents more easily.
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Thanks for explaining how towns in Ireland are named – very interesting. How wonderful that you’ve saved your parents wonderful paintings! I doubt my children will want anything I’ve created!
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I’m sure they will, Jan. Mum’s paintings are still in her house as she still lives there. I have a favourite one picked out to inherit but we’ll have to share the rest of her work between her four daughters, she has paintings tapestries and embroideries.
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Thanks for the Irish lesson Jean. It’s fun to see two different takes on the same place with those paintings. I’m kinda fond of that olive green two-toned van parked by the beach as well.
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That’s a street food van, owned by a nearby restaurant. Very handy in summertime, when there are lots of daytrippers around.
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I really like the blue, red, and yellow doors. Your mother is a talented woman. 🙂
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I love colourful doors, especially red ones
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What a lovely post, Jean. As ever, a real treat:))
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Thank you, Sarah 🙂
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You come from a lovely place! I love that you shared the paintings for comparison.
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Thanks Joey 🙂
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