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

 Drawn towards
meadows edged with yellow gorse

And Carroll’s rock on the opposite side

 Where my dad stood
fishing in the twinkling river tide.