by Peg Prendeville

The September weather continues its aggression. The storm on Monday spat up many angry waves along the Atlantic shore in Fanore, Co. Clare where I spent the day. This is normally a beautiful part of the country with the blue Atlantic out before you, the rocks of Doolin, the Aran Islands and Connemara in the distance but on Monday the grey sky enveloped the Aran Islands while huge white waves crashed up on the rocks and sent their spray out onto the roads. The power of the wind and the water was very evident and one would be very foolish to go too near. But it was fascinating to watch from a safe distance.

We attended an afternoon of dancing with friends in O’Donoghue’s pub in Fanore on the Sunday. A large crowd enjoyed themselves from 4 to 7pm. This was to be continued every afternoon for the month of September. Note that I said every day – not every Sunday. Now wouldn’t that be an idea for the Knockdown Arms – I must tell Ta!

Three times in the last eight months I have had the joy of being a grandmother. Congratulations to my daughter Maura and her husband Aubrey, Abbeyleix, on the birth of Lily last week. 

Last Sunday was the 10th anniversary of 9/11 and many of the programmes on TV on Sunday brought back the horrible memories of that day. We can only hope that nothing so terrible will happen again. It was upsetting to hear the people tell their stories of the sufferings and pain which they endured as a result of the attack on America that day.