Corn on the Cobh

Corn on the Cobh. I will provide the corn, Ireland will take care of the Cobh.

Cobh is our next port of call. It is a delightful small port about 20 miles south of Cork, in Southern Ireland. The perfect picture postcard.

The sun is out and it is a beautiful day enhanced by the colourful houses marching up the steep hills

Ireland has had the longest winter anyone can remember and the wettest March on record. They feel as though they haven’t seen the sun for 8 months. Yesterday the sun finally broke through and today it has vanquished the last of the clouds and is bringing huge smiles to thousands of upturned faces finally basking in its warmth. It is Saturday and it seems the entire population is out wearing their shorts or summer frocks that have been wrapped in moth balls since September last year.

We have rented a car and drive to The Old Head of Kinsale, a spectacular  coastal area that is strangely ignored by most tourists. It is a two mile promontory of wild cliffs rising out of the ocean, home to thousands upon thousands of sea birds

and incongruously lined with spring flowers, seemingly arranged like a National Trust house garden.

The very tip of the promontory is guarded by a pair of large iron gates, and walled off by the ruins of an old stone look-out post dating back to the 13th century, and a gate-keeper not quite as old but just as formidable.

The other side of the gates is home to one of the most prestigious and expensive golf courses in the world. It is a particular favorite of the Japanese who fly into Dublin and then make the journey to the Head of Kinsale by helicopter. A tourist in shorts and T-shirt driving a rented Volkswagen Golf stands no chance of getting past the gatekeeper no matter how much charm I attempt. Even a rather witty joke about the name of the car does nothing to thaw his demeanour.

We turn round and explore the coast to the east.  Here we find wild and lovely beaches miles from the nearest town. The Irish, overexcited by the first appearance of the sun in months and perhaps fortified by the odd glass of Guinness are unbelievably frolicking in the surf.  It is mid May, the temperature is only 60 and there is a cold wind coming off the Atlantic but the locals feel like celebrating the arrival of summer! For those that find swimming a little too bracing, there are other activities available on the beach

Of course not everyone has two horses and a trotting carriage available.

But nearly everyone has a bucket and spade

We drive on, going nowhere in particular but enjoying the back roads of the Irish countryside. We stumble on the little village of Timoleague. The village is nothing much to write a blog about, and in fact it is hard to find a mention of it in the guide books. But it is home to some wonderful historical attractions.

The most significant is a Franciscan Priory founded in 1300 but burned down by Cromwell’s soldiers in 1642. Today, its walls covered in a yellow-green lichen, it is home to a cemetery with the graves scattered around the ruins

Next to the Abbey there is the stone bridge built in 1800


At the back of town a small Anglican church sits behind a cemetery partially hidden by trees. As we wander past, a middle aged man dressed casually in corduroy trousers and sweater with wellington boots on his feet emerges from the church and smiles.

“Did you want to take a look” he asks. “You might like it”

“”OK” we say

“I’ve just finished washing the floors” he says, “but you are welcome to go in,  just pull the door to when you leave.”

Welcome to the Irish countryside!

There is nothing anywhere to tell us what to expect when we step inside, but when we do it is breathtaking. Every wall is covered in the most intricate mosaic work.

We spend a long time taking it all in. Those of you who have followed my blogs may have realised that I am not a fan of the brazen and dazzling displays of wealth that so many important churches feature. But this, to me anyway, is perfect. It is awe inspiring and my immediate reaction is to smile. It lifts my spirits, and if it doesn’t lift yours then I fear nothing will.

There is one more highlight this unheralded village has to offer, and that is the  most appealing food truck which features fresh fish (hence the name) cooked to order on a  grill. The Fabulosity Meter which has been purring nicely since we arrived in Timoleague takes it up another notch when we have a basket of their famous (so the menu claims) crispy fried potatoes.

It has been a wonderful day, but there is so much more to share with you. There is the unbelievably beautiful countryside

and as always, there are the friends we make along the way

And that’s no bull!

I told you I would provide the corn.


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12 Responses to Corn on the Cobh

  1. ron says:

    love it , wow it is just like being there . thank you , wish I was there with u guys .. and what a way to end the post with a heifer . that aint no bull…. farmer Ron

  2. Pat C says:

    Oh yay, what a fabulous blog and a bit of Hx lesson with it. I have and do, love your pictures, Andrew, Sorry about the golf entry denial, hahah. As Ron says, it IS like being there with you when you post something like this . Cannot wait for more

  3. Tim says:

    Those houses are definitely marching down the hill (not up), but lovely photos anyway.

  4. Char Bailey Crowe says:

    As always, you charm with dialog and photos….I love traveling with the two of you…and love you as well.

  5. Lee & George Burnett says:

    Always enjoy your many blogs and your humor. This one takes the prize for photo excellence. Thank you!

  6. andrew says:

    Hi Lee and George. So glad you enjoyed it and so glad you are still following. Thanks

  7. M. Selph says:

    Regarding the Anglican Church, could you tell me what that structure is ( on the right side of the photo ), that seems to be hanging unsupported in mid-air? It has a round colorful dial attached which is also mysterious. Thanks for all your informative posts and photos. M.

  8. andrew says:

    Hello M, that structure is the pulpit from which the sermons are given. It is built on to one of the pillars and there is small staircase leading up to where you can stand and deliver the sermon so that all of the congregation can see you. I have no idea what the colorful dial is and don’t remember noting it when we were there – perhaps just some of the mosaic work. Andrew

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