“I want to tell you that I am sorry, and that I tried”
Benedict CumberbatchCBE[Winner of a BAFTA TV Award; Primetime Emmy Award; Laurence Olivier Award;, two Academy Award nominations; and four Golden Globe awards], reads (as only he can)Stuart Capstick’s letter(Deputy Director at the Centre for Climate Change & Social Transformations in Cardiff) latter document which he wrote to his children.
Voices raised in dissent remain often sadly suppressed by politicians both in government and opposition and local elected representatives, as our rivers, trees, hedgerows and green areas are deliberately destroyed; bowing down to industrial and other unethical profiteering.
“He thought his happiness was complete when, as he meandered aimlessly along, suddenly he stood by the edge of a full-fed river. Never in his life had he seen a river before—this sleek, sinuous, full-bodied animal, chasing and chuckling, gripping things with a gurgle and leaving them with a laugh, to fling itself on fresh playmates that shook themselves free, and were caught and held again. All was a-shake and a-shiver – glints and gleams and sparkles, rustle and swirl, chatter and bubble.”
Excerpt From “The Wind in the Willows”, by Kenneth Grahame
The local tourist office does its best to attract both national and foreign visitors into Thurles; with very few local attractions left standing. But one fantastic Thurles amenity that remains somewhat overlooked on tourism promotional material, and which has indisputable tourism potential, can be located within ‘The Source’ Thurles County library facility on Cathedral Street. I refer of course to the vast knowledge so generously dispensed to the vacationer, courtesy of Ms Mary Darmody and her colleagues working within this busy Thurles history research department.
This said; imagine, if you would, a visiting tourist climbing up the front steps of this same ‘The Source’ building in Thurles Town centre. Their first impression is aided by the south-westerly breeze, same delivering the smell of raw sewage, which emanates from the lower end of Liberty Square, mixed with the not to dissimilar aroma of the river itself.
The visitor then halts momentarily to look westward unto the River Suir. Here now they spot the few remaining ducks still residing in the area, as shown in the video hereunder; resting standing on one foot as if trying to avoid coming into contact with the deplorable condition of the shallow river bed.
Ground water from Cathedral Street and elsewhere, as shown in the video above, continues to carry paper and God knows what else, directly into this river in the town’s centre; with the full knowledge of Municipal District Council officials, who have left a drain cover deliberately unlocked.
The river wasn’t always in this deplorable and totally unacceptable state. Even way back in this river’s ancient history; when horse and donkey carts were driven in at Barry’s bridge, in an effort to retard the release of moisture from wooden spokes in wheels, thus expanding same, or later to wash creamery churns; was this natural stream of what should be turquoise-blue flowing water, allowed to become almost an open sewer to the eyes of our residents and visitors.
This summer season it has rained frequently. One wonders what weather our Autumn, Winter and Spring seasons will bring to an area that is known to regularly floods.
A group of local people, led by engineer, the late Mr Wilbert Houben, fought off officials from Inland Fisheries and local Fianna Fáil councillors, to spent two Summer seasons covering the river banks with limestone, planting the existing trees, and in 1990 installing 3 fountains. The expensive pump used for the fountains (a Grundfus submersible pump) was gifted to Thurles Tidy Towns, free of charge and courtesy of Cantwell Electrical Engineering Ltd. It was officially switched on by then Progressive Democrats, Minister of State with responsibility for Environmental Protection, Ms Mary Harney, that same year. A forgotten memorial plaque now hidden in the weeds and dirt, on the river bank still records this much welcomed event.
So where is this pump now I hear you ask? I was informed recently (rightly or wrongly) that it is now enjoyed by the residents of Templemore, providing a fountain in their local town-park.
Back almost two years ago (September 2022) local press and radio raised this issue regarding the river’s over growth, algae, the missing fountains and the overall neglect of same, by our local authority. In a press release, back then, the local authority confirmed that plans were currently being developed in conjunction with Inland Fisheries, LAWPRO and the OPW River Drainage, to carry out maintenance works on the local River channel to mitigate potential flooding. In tandem with this work the above named organisations claimed, according to the local authority, that same would look to enhance the area down-stream of the bridge crossing in Thurles, including the installation of deflectors which would move on the algae bloom. They also confirmed proposed works for selective pruning of overhanging vegetation and the removal of bank vegetation encroaching on the channel and acknowledged that illegal dumping on the river banks was an ongoing issue, which was investigated and removed by the Council regularly. (“Regularly” being the operative word. See the wooden pallet lodged near the now demolished second weir, which has remained there since May 2024) Responding to concerns over a smell and dumping in the area the council says they are not aware of a smell or of there being large amounts of rubbish in the river itself. Presently, to return this river to its oxygenated state, which existed in 1993, same will now cost a small fortune, after 20 years of continuous neglect. Furthermore, distressingly, we no longer appear to have the professionalism, the funding or indeed the will, to turn things around.
The waste and neglect at local authority level continues.
Mr MacGowan sadly passed away on November 30th 2023 last, aged 65 years, while being treated in hospital for inflammation of the active tissues of the brain, caused by an infection, (Encephalitis).
His sister, Ms Siobhan McGowan, confirmed the event on her Facebook page, stating that it will be full of “dancing at the crossroads”, with music, refreshments, under a marquee.
At 3:00pm on the day, Ms McGowan will also dedicate “The Broad Majestic Shannon” monument in her brother’s memory.
The Broad Majestic Shannon.
Lyrics: Shane Patrick Lysaght Macgowan.
The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks, There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks, You sang me a song that was pure as the breeze, On a road leading up Glenaveigh. I sat for a while at the cross at Finnoe, Where young lovers would meet when the flowers were in bloom, Heard the men coming home from the fair at Shinrone, Their hearts in Tipperary wherever they go, Take my hand and dry your tears, babe, Take my hand, forget your fears, babe, There’s no pain, there’s no more sorrow, They’re all gone, gone in the years, babe. I sat for a while by the gap in the wall, Found a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball, Heard the cards being dealt and the rosary called, And a fiddle playing “Sean Dun Na Ngall”, And the next time I see you we’ll be down at the Greeks, There’ll be whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks, For it’s stupid to laugh and it’s useless to bawl, ‘Bout a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball. Take my hand and dry your tears, babe, Take my hand, forget your fears, babe. There’s no pain, there’s no more sorrow, They’re all gone, gone in the years, babe. So I walked as the day was dawning, Where small birds sang and leaves were falling, Where we once watched the row boats landing, By the broad majestic Shannon.
END.
On the day previous, Saturday August 17th, as part of the Broad Majestic Shannon Festival in Kilbarron Village, there is an afternoon workshop discussing Mr MacGowan lyrics and highlighting the local places featured in his songs.
Lyrics and Vocals: The late, great American country music singer, songwriter, guitarist, and fiddler Merle Haggard(April 6, 1937 – April 6, 2016).
Are The Good Times Really Over ?
I wish a buck was still silver. It was back when the country was strong, Back before Elvis, And before the Vietnam war came along. Before The Beatles and ‘Yesterday’, When a man could still work, still would. The best of the free life behind us now, And are the good times really over for good? Are we rolling down hill, Like a snowball headed for Hell? With no kind of chance, For the Flag or the Liberty Bell*. Wish a Ford and a Chevy, Could still last ten years, like they should. Is the best of the free life behind us now? Are the good times really over for good? I wish Coke was still Cola, And a joint was a bad place to be. It was back before Nixon lied to us all on TV. Before microwave ovens, When a girl could still cook and still would. The best of the free life behind us now, Are the good times really over for good? Are we rolling down hill, Like a snowball headed for Hell? With no kind of chance, For the Flag or the Liberty Bell. Wish a Ford and a Chevy, Could still last ten years, like they should. Is the best of the free life behind us now? Are the good times really over for good? Stop rolling down hill, Like a snowball headed for Hell. Stand up for the Flag, And let’s all ring the Liberty Bell. Let’s make a Ford and a Chevy, That’ll still last ten years like they should. The best of the free life is still yet to come, The good times ain’t over for good.
END
“Proclaim Liberty Throughout All the Land Unto All the Inhabitants thereof.” * In its early years, the Liberty Bell, (Philadelphia, US State Of Philadelphia) previously called the ‘State House Bell’ or ‘Old State House Bell’, was used to summon lawmakers to legislative sessions and to alert citizens about public meetings and proclamations. The bell was used as a symbol of freedom during the Cold War and was a popular site for protests in the 1960s.
A planning application by Tipperary County Council to install a footpath on the outskirts of Thurles, at Mill Road (formerly Manor Mill Road) was published last week.
Map of Proposed Footpath For Mill Road, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.
The footpath, according to these overdue published plans, will stretch over a distance of some 950 meters in length (3117.0 ft or 0.6 of a mile) with a width throughout of 1.8 meters (almost 6ft), linking from the end of the existing broken path, almost to the stone bridge crossing the Drish River close to Lady’s Well.
The planning application notes that the Mill Road is a narrow, winding, local road connecting both the N75 (If travelling northwards) and the N62 (If travelling southwards) and has more recently come into huge use particularly by heavy goods vehicle (HGV’s), in their attempt to speed-up their access to other national routes, thus avoiding the bottleneck that has totally destroyed the business centre of Thurles Town .
The planning application now published, for this narrow stretch of the Mill Road, (affectionately known to locals as ‘Fat Arse Boulevard’), is necessary so as to provide a safe walking area for pedestrians and those intent on partaking of physical exercise.
The plans for this footpath project are indeed to be welcomed and are now on display until August 23rd next at the Council offices at Mathew Avenue, Thurles, and indeed also available online HERE.
Nota Bene: When you do go online HERE, to examine these plans, scroll down to “Report of Particulars of Proposed Development.pdf” and click on download.
NextSee Site Description:“The Mill road connects the N75 to the north and the N62 via Archerstown to the south. While this is a local road it also serves as a ‘rat run’ for vehicles avoiding Thurles town, seeking to access the national routes and also access the N62 north of Thurles …….”.
Using their words above; here, in this above statement, is full acknowledged admission by Council officials; (namely Mr Thomas Duffy [Checker] and Ms Sharon Scully [Approver]), that Thurles town centre has been destroyed, from the point of view of the operation of local businesses, with major traffic now avoiding the Liberty Square area.
Then, before you, our readers, let out a high pitched maniacal cry; comes sadly, an even greater admission. Quote, “There are a number of housing estates located on the N75 side of the L-4001 Mill Road, which are served by a roadside pedestrian footpath (500m) and also a paved, pedestrian, walking route along ahistorical walking path (‘double ditch’), located some 500m off the N75. Extension of the existing footpath from the‘Double Ditch’access, extending to the Drish Bridge for approx. 950m.“
As our readers will be aware, this historical walking path (‘double ditch’), now menctioned twice in this application, according to local councillors and their officials, did not formerly exist previously and was conveniently never included in the Archaeological Impact Statement by F. Coyne BA MIAI, which was commissioned and paid for by Tipperary Co. Council, courtesy of Tipperary rate payer funding.
No, it is not a paved pedestrian walking route, it is now a route which was completely levelled and received only a temporary coating of tarmacadam. Sadly, today an area critical in the attraction of Tourism to Thurles, no longer exists, courtesy mainly of former FF councillor Mr Seamus Hanafin and his other council colleagues, following the decision to build a useless ‘Inner Relief Road‘ through this historic area, when, if ever, eventual funding can be found. Of course there is no reference to this ‘Inner Relief Road’, mentioned in this planning application.
It should also be noted: The council, in principal only, recently agree a price for the purchase of land west of this Mill Road, with which to deliver the aforementioned ‘Inner Relief Road’, and the late delivery of plans for this new footpath, is understood to have been now an agreed component of this same land deal where space for the footpath had been earlier refused, and which contrary to commitments given by TD Mr Jackie Cahill in a press release, (dated back in October 4th 2021), the project has not yet received government funding.
Meanwhile: Submissions to the proposed development can be made free of charge until 4:30pm on Friday August 6th.
To quote the words contained in Sir Walter Scott’s epic poem, Marmion: A Tale of Flodden Field :- “Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive.”
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