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From a nice walk in Menlo yesterday. It's only a short drive away from Galway city centre, or you can even go by boat on the river Corrib to get there. A haven for dog-owners and runners.
A panorama of 8 images.
The ruins of the Menlo Castle that you can see in the picture was the ancestral home of the Blakes. The family lived there from around 1600 to 1910. ‘Maying in Menlo’ was a great Galway tradition where the Blake family opened their grounds to the public as a venue for all kinds of sports and athletics, yachting, tennis, rowing, music, and dancing. Boats from Woodquay and Long Walk brought patrons up the river; sweet vendors were working day and night preparing sugar sticks and sweet-pipes which were sold in colours of red and white at a halfpenny each; the cries of different vendors of eatables and drinks rent the air, “Cider a penny a glass, Guinness 3d a pint.” Puritans and temperance fanatics were unknown, hawkers and showmen were a plenty. The various tents extended from the river to the schoolhouse in the village. The women in the enclosure with their sunshades and mid-Victorian costumes looked beautiful, while villagers and colleens with shoulder shawls and neat pinafores were the picture of comeliness.
The tradition may have been dying at the end of the last century, but it certainly came to an end with the terrible fire that occurred in the castle on July 26, 1910.
(sourced from [link])
A panorama of 8 images.
The ruins of the Menlo Castle that you can see in the picture was the ancestral home of the Blakes. The family lived there from around 1600 to 1910. ‘Maying in Menlo’ was a great Galway tradition where the Blake family opened their grounds to the public as a venue for all kinds of sports and athletics, yachting, tennis, rowing, music, and dancing. Boats from Woodquay and Long Walk brought patrons up the river; sweet vendors were working day and night preparing sugar sticks and sweet-pipes which were sold in colours of red and white at a halfpenny each; the cries of different vendors of eatables and drinks rent the air, “Cider a penny a glass, Guinness 3d a pint.” Puritans and temperance fanatics were unknown, hawkers and showmen were a plenty. The various tents extended from the river to the schoolhouse in the village. The women in the enclosure with their sunshades and mid-Victorian costumes looked beautiful, while villagers and colleens with shoulder shawls and neat pinafores were the picture of comeliness.
The tradition may have been dying at the end of the last century, but it certainly came to an end with the terrible fire that occurred in the castle on July 26, 1910.
(sourced from [link])
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