Small Wonders of Bantry

This week, I was gallivanting again, to Bantry, in a corner of Ireland where fingers of rock point to the sea. I could wax lyrical about the beauties of Bantry and the West Cork countryside surrounding it, or about the brilliance of the authors who at the literary festival we were attending. But as I did with Sneem and with Iceland earlier in the year, I prefer to concentrate on the little random wonders that often remain unseen.

Here’s a selection of ten small, sparkling moments from my stay in Bantry.

Eloquent rants about montbretia, those flame flowers.

The ship’s sail that cried, ‘Enough.’

The mountain filled with light and rain.

Mountain of Light and Rain
A mountain of light and rain in West Cork.

The man who let his Viking-style boat rot on a beach for seven years because he went to South America and nearly got married.

A cup of tea at the edge of the world.

The author who bathed us in warmth, humour and perfectly crafted words.

The author who drove the men away.

The barman who had never heard of Pernod.

The cable car with a psalm tacked onto the wall.

And the family who flung open the doors of their eighteenth-century farmhouse and fed us with fresh leaves, morsels of culture and tales of the Levant.

 

 

4 thoughts on “Small Wonders of Bantry

  1. Sneem…its like the word for trying to clear your nostril after a fly has flown up it…love this post…short and sweet and more descriptive than 1000 words….and a bar man who had never heard of Pernod!The boys had a name for it when we were teenagers which I wont mention here…

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    1. Ha – I see what you mean. I’ll have to meet you some time to find out what that word for Pernod was. The barman hadn’t heard of Pernod because he’s very young and the drink has largely gone out of fashion. I was in another hotel bar a couple of months ago and they didn’t even have it.

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      1. Was only thinking about it recently with the hot weather…used to drink it in the south of France (Dahling) with water and ice…its called Pastis there…remind me when you see me what the other name is…its a name young men would want to know.

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