A moment repeated

Apr 26th, 2011 | By | Category: Ireland

I stood in a churchyard in Co Laois this afternoon, for no reason other than to savour the tranquility of the moment.  Going out through the gate, I wandered the road down to the holy well, and to the river beyond.  The Irish Midlands are an enigmatic place; unknown to me until last year, or almost From April 2008, I found this piece:

The Curragh looked well as I drove westwards this morning. The gorse bushes were a brilliant yellow in bright April sunlight. There was no thunder of hooves or sight of horses at full gallop; though close to Kildare a string of horses ridden by lads walked sedately along. The horses look so fragile, one wrong step could spell disaster.

Leaving behind the huge urban sprawl of Dublin, there was a moment of Ireland as it was; though, of course, the motorway is not Ireland as it was. In the old Ireland, I would have been muttering about the traffic in Kildare town instead of sweeping past in a couple of minutes. I miss seeing the cathedral, but I am sure the town is a much pleasanter place without the endless line of vehicles.

Slipping off the motorway, I cut through a corner of Co Laois before crossing a bridge into Co Offaly. The country is flat and open, big farms and big skies and, this morning, a wind that buffeted every car. The road was straight and almost empty and the journey was completed so quickly that I had to buy a newspaper to fill in the forty-five minutes in hand.

The civil servants at the government offices in Tullamore said they would not like Dublin life; the high prices, the long commuting times, the need to leave too much time for journeys for fear of arriving late. Their relaxed lifestyle came through in the meeting; they were warm and welcoming and laughed and smiled. We drank tea as we talked and at the end one of them walked with me to the main door of the building.

Heading south back into Co Laois, there was a moment of tranquility. It was a fine spring day in the middle of Ireland and the road was wide and open and all was right with the world.

I hadn’t imagined it: I had been here before.

Leave Comment