Pete's Irish Lighthouses

  The above Failte Ireland photograph shows Mullaghmore Harbour in north county Sligo, a beautiful and peaceful spot very unfairly known to most people as the place where the IRA blew up Mountbatten's boat in 1979, killing Mountbatten and two children. I was only ever there the once when our own children were small and we spent a glorious. afternoon on the long, sandy, practically empty beach. It is apparently a favourite beach for surfers also, though I don't recall them at the time of our visit. Photo from buildingsofireland.ie There is no lighthouse at Mullaghmore, unless it is one only visible to members of the wizarding community, of which I am not a member. The pier, most sources say, was built between 1820 and 1840 by the local landowner, Lord Palmerston, an absentee landlord who later became Prime Minister of Great Britain twice. Evidently he was not well loved by his tenantry, though I doubt he lost a lot of sleep about it. Many of the local population were forced to f...

  This is the Irish lightship Guillemot, built in 1923 in its pride of place in the harbour at Kilmore Quay. This photo taken from Google Street View. Now watch what happens on Street View when you move ten yards down the road towards the junction: - The lightship has mysteriously turned into a set of picnic tables. Excellent recycling but how on earth did they do that? David Blaine? A hole in the space / time continuum? Is it done with mirrors? I need a pint.

  (Photograph copyright Pauline Mickelsen) "What do you make of this photograph, Watson?" asked Holmes suddenly, thrusting the sepia rectangle into his friend's hand. As Holmes paced nervously around the study playing Whoa-oh-Black Betty on his Stradivarius, Watson turned the picture over, turned it back again, drew out a magnifying glass, examined the picture and handed it back. "Says 1905 on the back, Sherlock," he murmured. "Bunch of guys on a rock by the sea in 1905. Oh and there's a small boat too. Is that singular?" "Well, it's sure as shit not plural, Watson," replied the other, with a deprecating stare. "Is that all you could come up with?" "One of them seems to have a stomach ache as though something's lodged in his - what's that canal that runs from your throat to your arse?" "Alimentary, my dear Watson. Are you sure you're a doctor?" "Well, what do you make of it, clever-clog...

I have no qualms about featuring Balbriggan lighthouse again. The sea lights, run by Irish lights, garner a lot of publicity (and rightly so) but the smaller harbour lights only really generate local interest. Balbriggan was once employed by Irish Lights but, on the introduction of Rockabill to the workforce in the 1860s, was tactfully informed that her job was no longer available but there was a position going as a harbour light, might suit a retired lighthouse. It is of course the second or third oldest working light on our coasts (after Hook Head and Poolbeg, though the latter was much altered in 1820) after being established in 1769, making it over a quarter of a millennium old, another reason to garner more kudos than it does.  Photograph by Eoghan Brady Many lighthouse enthusiasts will know of a book called "Bright Lights, White Water" by Bill Long published in 1993. For many years, it was my lighthouse bible and it still is in many ways, a mixture of lighthouse histor...