Showing posts with label Slieve Blooms. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Slieve Blooms. Show all posts

Sunday, 4 March 2018

Escape to The Hares Corner

After four days of being snowbound we finally managed to escape from the weather enforced confinement of our bijou home. Last night, the end of the fourth day, a mammoth tractor whose size very nearly filled the width of the road cleared away the mounds of accumulated snow drifts and our car was freed.

Our first call was to our nearest store, 6km away, to top up on essential supplies like fuel for the Bentley look-a-like, turf briquettes for the stove and an essential packet of MacVitie's digestive biscuits that most cuppa's need. We turned for home when a sudden idea came to me, 
"How's about we go for lunch in The Hare's Corner ?" 
Agreement from Mrs H came very swiftly and without hesitation.




No better place for good wholesome food !



In warm weather you can sit outside on the terrace and enjoy the warmth of the day.



The great man himself, Declan Furlong,
the Owner and Chef of Hare's Corner.



Hares abound at every turn. 
I have an idea that hares might be Declan's totem animal.


I believe that this building was once an Irish grain mill belonging to Odlum's Flour, 
hence the industrial steel columns, heavy beams and stone walls. 
As a restaurant it is a comfortable and an almost homely space to dine  
whether that be for a breakfast or lunch.






We do indeed need the 'Tonic of Wildness', especially after eating one 
of Declan's meals, then a good walk in the nearby Slieve Blooms provides 
the tonic of fresh air and exercise.

Alternatively you might do as I did and have a snooze in the chair alongside
a cosy turf fire and dream of walking in the wilds !






Wednesday, 3 June 2015

The Moving finger



I have been sitting at my desk looking at the above photo above for several days now.

The scene is peaceful and tranquil, depicting the slow moving waters of the River Barrow which flows through Glenbarrow in the Slieve Blooms, whose low mountains are shared by two counties: Laois and Offaly.

That young boy in blue, I was told, is left handed and yet here he is pointing with the index finger of his right hand. I cannot help but wonder whether he might have inherited a trait of one of his great-grandfathers in being ambidextrous. 
Time will tell I suppose.

So is this another version of the 'moving finger writes and having written moves on' or is he pointing at some small creature hidden from us? I don't know.

But you my learned viewers might like to share with me what you consider he may be doing as he looks into the peaceful waters ?