Headed out early Sunday to take a stroll by way of Old Bridge to Denis Burke Park and later to the towpath.Was milder than mild,unseasonal even,as the weather people say.
After crossing the new bridge - the collapsible - fought my way to the top of the bund/berm of mud and marl,slippery sliding until I reached the summit.
The river ran on as ever over the Lady's Bath,over the remains of the mill weir and race,haunt of 'an gabha dubh',the Irish Dipper,lapping along the track by the high wall of the Raheen Road.
The park has a bedraggled look after the watering it endured over the past while,festooned with the litter of our time,bottles,cig cartons,a sniffer's bottle or two,and a 'johnny'.Filled two bags with the manna from heaven and deposited same in the bins.
The park lads have been busy returning the play logs to their original location along with the log climbing frame which ended up on the edge of the footpath.
One picnic table remains to be re-set on it's pins but other than that everything is in it's place,a testament to the quality of the materials used and the installation of these benches,tables,stage, and play equipment.
The park will take time to recover but will return to be the wonderful amenity that it is for all.To be continued.
author artist activist