On warm summer days I would take a day off and walk down to the meandering River Barrow and find for myself a cosy place on it's banks where I was able to sit out of sight from anyone. Remove from my rucksack a bottle of wine, sip away and enjoy the day, all the while listening to the sounds of nature that surrounded me.
A few days ago I went over the bank to pay my respects to Berbha, she who is known to be the Goddess of the River Barrow and perhaps it is from her that the name originates, well that is the suggestion in the Annals of the Four Masters written in AD 996. There are others who think and believe otherwise that the name has it's origins elsewhere and is an Anglicised form of a word in Old Irish for boiling that links to the goddess Morrigan.
|The geology of this part of Ireland is to my|
mind absolutely mind blowing
|The fossil rock is just behind this small weir.|
I often tell my new African friends that the reason that they feel so at home in Ireland is because it is their bedrock that is under our feet.