Friday 2 September 2016

B is for a Bodhran: a bog and a bicycle

Irish bog scenery.

Time for Plan B.
1st September and we woke up to low clouds, cold, wind, rain threatening, and lumpy seas in Galway Bay, so a ferry trip to the Aran Islands was ruled out.

We headed for Roundstone, to search out a Master Bodhran maker – these framedrums, made from goatskins and played with a double headed stick, have underpinned Irish music for centuries! Not without incident though. Di had found her ideal size and sound, so we then ambled back after lunch – a perfect lamb curry made by a Sri Lankan chef - to see the workshop in action. The assistant Master Bodhran maker, instead of being welcoming told all to feck off!

Despite the rain, we headed to the site near Clifden where Marconi had set up his wireless communication transmitting facility and where famously Alcock and Brown crash-landed after being the first pair to cross the Atlantic Ocean.


The vast bog here in Connemara has taken back the site; peat lies piled up, hardy sheep graze and it is hard to imagine all the life that happened here a century ago. I wonder if the bicycle is new or old and what its story would be.



Roundstone, Connemara.
"You know it's summer in Ireland when the rain gets warmer." Hal Roach.