A Spring Walk

The week before last, I shed the cobwebs of winter, as I walked along ancient tracks well traveled in my childhood.

This stream connects two adjacent lakes. My mother’s childhood home sits at the top of Mullaghderg Lake seen in the background of this photograph:


I walked these tracks on many occasions with my late mother and my sisters, as we headed to the beach for a refreshing swim in the Atlantic Ocean.



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I love the view across the adjoining lake towards my father’s childhood home – the long yellow house to the right in this photograph:


Dad and his beloved Clydesdale horse Prince transported peat, groceries and other utilities around the Rosses area of Donegal. Life was tough. Sadly unemployment has always been high in the northwest of Ireland, and emigration was the norm for many young people.

In the early 1950s, my parents were forced into emigration to Scotland, and Prince was sold. I believe Dad was heartbroken selling his beloved horse, for he never spoke of Prince to us children. Indeed, I never saw him ride a horse.

This is the only photograph I possess of Dad and Prince:


Reaching the highest point on my walk, I admired the view across the village where my father was born. It is now part of a tourism initiative called The Wild Atlantic Way.

Sadly, the village is missing many of its young people, as history keeps repeating itself, and a new generation is forced to find jobs abroad.



I feel very blessed to enjoy life in the land that I love.

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98 thoughts on “A Spring Walk

      1. So lovely to hear your journey through history, thank you for capturing it for us. I’ve never been to Edinburgh but it’s certainly on my bucket list if ever I can make it there.x

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  1. Gorgeous. How sad your father had to sell his dear Prince. It is difficult to speak of things we have loved and lost. Lovely post Brigid. xxxxx

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      1. Yes Brigid, it would have been devastating. A Clydesdale is a magnificent animal and would need lots of specialist care and love. My heart aches for his loss.xxx

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  2. Through all your travels, your great journey through life, this place was always waiting for you. My heart sings that you returned to this place that is so rooted in yours and I love reading your reminiscences and sharing your beautiful walks. My sadness sits with the young perpetually having to move away. We have made a smaller world but we have complicated something fundamental in doing so, I believe.

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    1. Thank you. Yes I am so thankful that I am able to live here now. It has always been in my heart. The young have it very tough now. It is indeed a different world. I hope everything flows well for you too. ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ

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  3. Always beautiful and soulful. Your photography reflects your love and passions of where you live and brings it to life in our worlds. So sad to have said goodbye to a trusted friend heartbreaking departure. You have recaptured the soul’s perfect place for you. Blessings

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  4. This is a really lovely post, thank you for sharing with us.
    I’m completely preoccupied by how supposedly transient things like waterways, grasses, tracks in the ground can have such a gut-felt power for us if they’ve been a part of emotional landscapes – I don’t think there’s word for it, but there should be. Haunted by landscape, or something like that.
    Whatever the sense, it’s important to remember things and people, like your father and Prince. It keeps the trackways alive and indelible.

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  5. You are so blessed (I know you know that) to walk the past paths of loved ones and memories while living in the present.
    The photos/video are a perfect addition to help me see your home as you do. Thank-you for the glimpse.

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  6. Lovely sensitive reminiscence, beautifully recalled, Brigid. I felt privileged to share it with you. I think it does us good to revisit our past sometimes, It makes the landscape feel part of who we are and us part if what it is. PX

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  7. Hello Daisies.
    The photographs showed views of breathtaking beauty, and your words told he story of your younger life.
    How I wish that your father could have stayed where he loved. His land. His home. His Prince. The selling of his much loved horse must have been such a wrench and his heart must have ached forever more.

    Your photographs and story were a treasured gift to us. Thank you for sharing this tender, beautiful part of your life, my lovely friend. You are one of my blessings. Like a richly coloured gemstone which doesn’t vie for attention but instead sits quietly and beautifully amongst all the other gems (blessings) in which it sits.
    I’m so glad I was led to you.
    Sending much love ~ Cobs. xxx

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  8. Youโ€™ve made me long to return to my childhood home, Brigid. It is about 3.5 hours north of where I live now and I still have family there. I always travel around to the places that meant so much to me and to my parents when I go there. How lovely that you live there and can walk the same roads you walked as a child, remembering the past and connecting with your loved ones who are gone. Your spring weather is also appealing since a huge storm is headed to Maine for the next 24 hours. The poor crocuses and robins will be freaking out!

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      1. I have learned to slow down a lot Jennifer. I just have to listen to my body and cool the beans! Exercise helps so much but knowing when to stop is the key… In winter I am unable to walk much as the cold air disagrees with my lungs. I was thrilled to get out on that walk. Yoga sees me through the winter. It is a continual balancing act and sometimes I get it wrong. ๐ŸŒผ

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      2. I agree Brigid, I stretch each day & try to go for a walk by the water here each week (I live around the corner from the water) but it’s listening to our bodies each day & it Is such a fine balancing act! I too get it wrong often…

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  9. Dearest Brigid, this is both a beautiful and moving post. I feel so sad reading how your father had to sell his beloved Prince and could never speak of him again, or even rode again. Such hardships felt by your parents to cause them to emigrate and sad to learn that there is still no work for young people in the area. I have travelled extensively in Ireland, fell in love with its people and landscape but often heard about the difficult times for rural communities. I’m happy you’ve been able to return. Thank you for sharing a bit of your life story and also of the beautiful nature – I particularly like the triptych of the bay – wonderful! Wishing you a very special day today and all days! ๐Ÿ˜ƒโค๏ธ

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    1. Thank you Annika. We are getting a boost from The Wild Atlantic Way initiative but it is early days. Our little corner is coming into its own at last. My hope is that anyone who wishes will have a job here and emigration is no longer a last resort. ๐ŸŒผ

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  10. It looks a beautiful, unspoilt area. The pull of home is strong in some people, we moved away when we got married, but when the opportunity to return to Worcestershire my heart probably overruled my head. It has though worked out for the better in the end.

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  11. Beautiful post, Brigid. You write so beautifully. I enjoyed the pictures and videos. It’s my dream to visit Ireland someday. It’s sad when you have to leave your home, especially since your dad had to sell his beloved, Prince. I’m glad you enjoyed Scotland while you were there and that you’re back home and happy. โค xx

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  12. Your childhood neighborhood gives off a feeling of wistfulness and peace. I imagine it must’ve been really heartwarming walking around knowing all the stories behind it. ๐Ÿ™‚

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