In the always excellent Dublin Inquirer newspaper this week I was delighted to read a report on how Dublin City Council (DCC) is (at last) trying to find a new use for both the beautiful old 1700s Pigeon House Hotel near Ringsend, and for the huge derelict Poolbeg power station next door. Both buildings stand… Read More Stretching the City & Into the Bay – new life for old Pigeon Hotel & former Poolbeg Power Station?
I occasionally write about Fine Art here, but very rarely my own output. i don’t draw as much as i used to, it is more of a hobby than an obsession these days. Also, when you sometimes have to write about a towering genius like Johannes Vermeer, or any of the great Dutch, Flemish or… Read More for Ease of Navigation: a practical suggestion for architects, planners, builders & developers.
Another in the current orgy, of seaside-related posts. I can not help it. It is summer after all. And it was A Spectacular day today, blazing with sunshine. Very un-Irish, although we appreciate it more than anyone else in the world, and the town and country alike always look their beautiful best. Yes, sunshine. Was… Read More East is East, and West is West, Dun Laoghaire’s magic piers. Part 1.
When my students ask for recommendations, for weekend activities, I often remind them that Dublin is on a bay, and encourage them to take advantage of that fact, every weekend or evening when the weather is good enough. The South Bull Wall, above. North (Bull) Wall; above. With Bull Island alongside. West Pier, Dun Laoghaire. above. Howth: (above)… Read More Coastal Walks: Dublin on its bay.
We leave L’Aberwrach early the next morning, for what Mike described, in his pre-trip internet briefing notes, as a “5-hour flume ride through the Chenal de Four”, (whatever that means) Not to be confused with tomorrow’s, much scarier-sounding “10-hour slog through the Rez de Seine”. The weather off the rugged Atlantic coast of… Read More Part V- Sailing L’Aberwrach to Cabernet-sur-Mer… Man overboard!
The Channel crossing over, sailing from Plymouth, a naval town in SW England over to Brittany, was long, cold, and grim, shrouded in fog and darkness. Most of our time through the night is spent scanning the radar, anxious to avoid a collision with one of the many massive tankers cruising through the dark. Even… Read More France at last, Dublin to Concarneau, part iv, L’Aberwrach.