One of the activities planned by the Children’s committee of Writers’ Week was the painting of a mural on the walls of the old handball alley. This project had to be shelved due to inclement weather. But the young people have found a window of opportunity and completed the refurbishment and it is absolutely magnificent – a credit to everyone involved.
I urge you all to go down and take a look.
While I was there with my camera I took a photo of the river through the trees.
Here is Kathleen Forristal’s tribute to The Feale
The River Feale
My heart begins to beat at rapid pace
When I spy Woodford road near my home place,
The river weaves and flows winningly
And brings a special thrill to me.
My eyes take on a magnetised force
meadows edged with yellow gorse
And Carroll’s rock on the opposite side
Where my dad stood
fishing in the twinkling river tide.