I suspect I was just plain busy … but that summer
(1969) I had been over to Eire to see my childhood friend … we’d been
inseparable for the first 9 years of our lives …
Clonakilty pinned in southern Ireland (Cork further to the east with the large harbour) |
Renny was a traveller … and a wanderer … she spent
time in Morocco, India, New York, a commune in Wales, and Ireland – married by
now possibly twice – I think eventually there were three …
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An Sugan pub in Clonakilty |
I came over for six weeks arriving via the
Swansea-Cork ferry – we both needed to think about our futures, but thankfully we
still got on really well … one balanced, yet prepared to try things and one
happy go lucky …
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Gypsy Cob - a mare |
… Renny had a ‘huge’ horse – for me: they aren’t
amusing … I’d been thrown as a kid when we were neighbours …
… but caution thrown to the wind I decided I’d like to
try again – it is not my forte … and
this beloved animal walked me up to the top of the hill, then promptly threw me
– bang … mind you that could explain a few things?!
The horse didn’t bolt, once the stars disappeared … he
and I walked back down the hill – me feeling pretty dejected that I wasn’t
riding, but I had my rather large bump … well that solved the horse dilemma –
never again!
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Renny's was similar - but much more rustic and in need of some attention! |
Renny had thought of taking her Romany gypsy caravan
with himself (the horse!) around
Ireland … that hadn’t and didn’t happen to my knowledge – but she’d always
loved her animals …
So we ‘played around’ her parent’s house, yard and
outbuildings … it was quite big – there was space for us all … Renny was
creative and happily making and designing her own clothes … she failed with me
– rather I flunked out – I had the dusty pink, velvety satin pieces for a long
long time! …
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Clonakilty farmland |
The Romany carriage – looks idyllic … but not for
me! They’re called Vardo carriages …
and this one is a Reading or kite wagon … so named as it was made in Reading,
Berkshire – west of London …
… it is the type of wagon that is highly prized by the
Romanies for its aesthetic design, beauty and practicality to cross fords, pull
off road and over rough ground …
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Cobh - the early harbour - where the Titanic stopped over before her fateful voyage (near Cork) |
Renny was desperate to get her ears pierced … my
arrival was the clarion call to achieving that goal … I had a car and we could
easily go to Cork …
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The English Market in Cork city |
… secretly I’d always wanted mine pierced – she was
wily though … she knew I was braver and would go first! – then she had no
choice but to follow … gosh it hurt – those were the primitive days …
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Theatrical poster for the film 'Women in Love' |
… we dulled our pain by going off to see a film … I thought we’d gone to see Women in Love …
but as it only came out in September that year … it must have been another
similar art house movie – whatever it was the agony was mostly over by the time
we came out!
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Poster for the film 'The Pride of Miss Jean Brodie' |
Perhaps it was The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, which
did come out earlier in 1969 … who knows – not me?!
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Beara Peninsula, Bantry Bay area |
After that we travelled around … firstly to the west …
Bantry, Killarney … we went further north for a few days – we’d just drive and
map read our way around – at the end of the day find a B+B …
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It was a stunning visit ... and I love the name Knockmealdown Mountains! |
… we also went east … across the Knockmealdown
Mountains on our way to Waterford … where the rhododendrons were out … the
whole area had a purple hue … gorgeous colours …
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1897 - his wife is holding his trouser belt! |
… and slightly north of Cork to kiss the Blarney Stone … I
think that’s probably one of the more odd things I’ve done in my life … now 50
years later – no doubt it’s worse ‘disgust-wise’ (unhealthy!) …
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Blarney Castle - it's a fair drop! |
… whether it achieved its objective: said to give those who kiss it a mystical
eloquence … I leave for you all to decide – but if so – it took 40 years to
get going!
Then home from Cork on the overnight ferry to Swansea
… to Market Harborough, Northamptonshire through the Welsh hills in a
thunderstorm … I was flagged down by a lorry driver – who said … go another way
– it’s flooded and you won’t get through … I had a low slung girth (the car
did! – my low slung version developed as the years rolled by) ...
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Brecon Beacons, Wales |
These are some of the remembrances of why I missed the
moon landing … Ireland is beautiful … I’ve been back, but would love to go
again for further explorations …
It’s a good thing the moon doesn’t wander or ramble on
… but I’d half-forgotten those days … fun times – interesting ones too …
This prattle, babble, blather endeth here … thanks for
the memories and for reading!
My inspiration and memory jog came from Fil and her husband Tom's recent trip to Cork ... they are from Northern Ireland, but had a visit back to Clonakilty ... they are folk singers, musicians and all things associated with a composer and singer's way of life ... including extra snippets about places visited, book stores, nature ... delightful stories ... I'm late adding this ...
Fil's Songs and Stories - found here ... Thanks Fil and Tom for reminding me that it was Clonakilty that Renny's parents had moved to in southern Ireland ...
Hilary Melton-Butcher
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