I used live just up the road from there, on Leinster Road. When I first moved in, in winter months you could not see the bridge from the cross, with all the smog.
In later years, they had student’s rag week and a boat challenge with something not supposed to be a boat.
And in even later years the sun on that harbour was a wonderful place to share a drink with a lovely lady
I know that is not what you meant with this post, but I cannot help but have places of importance bring up memories
Clampers Outside
Lovely Slightly, just lovely.
I’ve a fond and vivid memory from that shot too…
Long story short, I wasn’t long in Dublin when I moved in there. On my first morning, I pulled back the curtains of the ground floor flat – 2nd or 3rd one up in the building pictured – to let the morning light in which flickered and bounced off the canal as a swan glided slowly into view…
A view that stopped me in my tracks as I paused to soak it in.
It was such a gentle and beautiful sight to see first thing in the morning, in a new place.
And a giddy feeling came over me, as I said to myself… “I can’t afford this”!
Had some craic in that place, sharing a box room with two single beds :)
Slightly Bemused
My lady friend loved the play of light in the mornings too. Too many Sunday mornings spent with a bottle of wine, and squares of cheese :-)
Or maybe not enough
Harry
Hi Slightly, Thanks for the lovely memories. Were you there when some loons did a bungee jump from a crane just in front of the canal lock gates?
I used live just up the road from there, on Leinster Road. When I first moved in, in winter months you could not see the bridge from the cross, with all the smog.
In later years, they had student’s rag week and a boat challenge with something not supposed to be a boat.
And in even later years the sun on that harbour was a wonderful place to share a drink with a lovely lady
I know that is not what you meant with this post, but I cannot help but have places of importance bring up memories
Lovely Slightly, just lovely.
I’ve a fond and vivid memory from that shot too…
Long story short, I wasn’t long in Dublin when I moved in there. On my first morning, I pulled back the curtains of the ground floor flat – 2nd or 3rd one up in the building pictured – to let the morning light in which flickered and bounced off the canal as a swan glided slowly into view…
A view that stopped me in my tracks as I paused to soak it in.
It was such a gentle and beautiful sight to see first thing in the morning, in a new place.
And a giddy feeling came over me, as I said to myself… “I can’t afford this”!
Had some craic in that place, sharing a box room with two single beds :)
My lady friend loved the play of light in the mornings too. Too many Sunday mornings spent with a bottle of wine, and squares of cheese :-)
Or maybe not enough
Hi Slightly, Thanks for the lovely memories. Were you there when some loons did a bungee jump from a crane just in front of the canal lock gates?
I almost slipped the harness :)
Darn it, I missed that one :-)