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Your number’s up…
hey’re pretty hard to make out these days, after 70 years or more of that driving sea wind, but, the writing is still very definitely on the wall down at The South Beach…
Look closely, and you’ll see series of odd numbers, along the wall to your right as you head south from The Men’s, each about five inches high and about eight inches wide.
Robert George Doyle
Asking around, we were told these were the markers for farmers who would head down to the South Beach every winter to get their fill of seaweed, a natural fertiliser for the land.
We were told the Doyle brothers – along with dad, Robert – would have been among those who gathered there for this communal handout, but, a few calls to Bill in Blacklion were finally met with a “Thanks, but no thanks” when it came to putting their experiences down on record.
That was over a year ago, and we had just about given up hope of finding someone else who had been present for these seaweed share-outs when we happened to bump into the forever young Danny Hatton there this afternoon.
Turns out the undisputed King of Killincarrig used to accompany his father on expeditions to the South Beach seaweed harvest.
Naturally enough. This Hatton fella has been pretty much everywhere.
Some South Beach seaweed. Yesterday.
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I was under the impression that the no. Were for changing booths that used to be put there in the summer time not for sewed you should ask . About them