• Coole under water

    I’ve made mention a few times of the flooding in the West of Ireland this winter, but it’s pretty hard to describe how bad it’s been (although, not quite on the same scale as Somerset in England). I visit Coole Park in Co. Galway quite regularly, and over the past two months more and more of it has disappeared under water. At this point I would guess it’s at least two-thirds flooded. When I last visited it was after the dreadful passage of Storm Darwin, and the place was a mess. One of the car parks was flooded and inaccessible. Huge trees were toppled over, exposing massive rootballs. The buzz of…

  • it just takes a nudge

    I had a rather low moment on Saturday. As I’ve mentioned the weather has been dreadful and Ireland has been battered by a series of storms (with yet another one arriving – on the 175th anniversary of Oíche na Gaoithe Móire, the ‘Night of the Big Wind‘, which was so ferocious it got its own title). A person can easily get overwhelmed by the bad news and start to observe obsessively the activities of flood plains – as if any one has any control over it! I’ve been managing to keep a lid on this, but late on Saturday evening the fuse in our house blew. A terrible time for…

  • control, an illusion

    Life is unpredictable. Just when you think you’ve got a grip on how to endure its fickle moods it decides to remind you what a beast it can be. Often, it just has to gesture to Nature to pull up alongside you in its blundering tank, and direct it right across your path. This rather picturesque scene is not a lake, but one of the main access roads to my house – thoroughly flooded. A code red storm tore through Ireland just after Christmas, and dumped a tremendous amount of rain upon already saturated land. Nature, being its usual contrary self, then offered up a little temporary sunshine and preened…