The Bridge

This bridge is in Boyle, Co. Roscommon. It crosses the river from what used to be the Royal Hotel carpark to the alley leading to Military Road, and King House, which was once an army barracks. When I was growing up here, the barracks was said to be haunted by a Green Lady, (why, oh why couldn’t she have been a Red Lady? Chris DeBurg, that’s why not!). I remember my father, who was in the army, telling me of all the times he walked through it at night looking for her, and not a ghost in sight.

I don’t know anything about the woman in the photo, perhaps one day, if enough people share this post, she’ll be famous and have her own range of toiletries.

Meanwhile, King House is now a tourist attraction and cultural centre.

You can find more information here.

New Irish Writing

The Girlfriend sent me a link for the new writing week at the New Theatre here in Dublin. She bought a couple of legal pads so I could work on a play idea I had; I set to work and straight away learned it was too big, which means I can start a new novel as soon as I finish the one I’m working on now.

That’s not a bad complaint. Now I just need to come up with a play!

You can find the info here.