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There’s a real sense of just being there, back in time – walking
Suffice to say, fair fecks to ya, Luke, for having the force, and the foresight, to preserve the town around you…

None whiter…

None whiter…
t’s rare indeed that we here at the motormouthed GG is left speechless…
But when Steven Goodfellow and Paula McGuinness delivered a batch of early 1980s Greystones pics taken by the latter’s father, well, we was pretty much knocked us sideways.
up to Blacklion in the snow, heading to the South Beach on a ridiculously crowded summer’s day, messing about in beached boats down at the harbour, or, of course, playing tennis-on-ice in the shadow of the La Touche Hotel.
We’ve all been there.

3 comments
ktswot
I remember that winter so well. Before tesco etc. My youngest child was two and the snow in our garden was the same height as her. Coal was brought home on makeshift sledges. Milk ran out, even the goats milk in brods health food shop. We baked bread when the deliveries couldnt grt through. The golf course was a magnet for adventurous kids and adults in search of winter thrills. Neighbourliness was the order of the day.
It was a few days and it was fun.
Greystones in its prime. Before they messed up the habour.can still remember the snow that year it was great. Loved every photo