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It was the firm-buttocked young GG reader Triona Reid Driscoll who stumbled upon this treasure trove in a Photobucket account, full of holiday shots of Ireland by what appears to be a member of a visiting religious group.
Bridie!
here’s something wonderfully revealing about seeing your hometown through a stranger’s eyes.
here’s something wonderfully revealing about seeing your hometown through a stranger’s eyes.
Taken certainly before The Big Harbour Hootenanny of 2008, these wonderful shots of Greystones prove that quite a lot can change in ten years. Even in a sleepy seaside town.
Taken certainly before The Big Harbour Hootenanny of 2008, these wonderful shots of Greystones prove that quite a lot can change in ten years. Even in a sleepy seaside town.
Look up the main street in these pics, and Frank Clarke’s barber shop is up for sale. Head down to that old harbour, and you can still enjoy some ‘Fine Italian Cuisine’ in the restaurant over The Beach House. Back then, The Happy Pear was just a little pip, the now-abandoned Caviston’s beside them still a residential home. And you could still cast your line off the fishing wall, or go sleep off a day’s drinking in one of the comfy boats outside the old sailing club.
Look up the main street in these pics, and Frank Clarke’s barber shop is up for sale. Head down to that old harbour, and you can still enjoy some ‘Fine Italian Cuisine’ in the restaurant over The Beach House. Back then, The Happy Pear was just a little pip, the now-abandoned Caviston’s beside them still a residential home. And you could still cast your line off the fishing wall, or go sleep off a day’s drinking in one of the comfy boats outside the old sailing club.It was the firm-buttocked young GG reader Triona Reid Driscoll who stumbled upon this treasure trove in a Photobucket account, full of holiday shots of Ireland by what appears to be a member of a visiting religious group. 
During their time in Greystones, they stayed up at Coolnagreina, taking in the sights of town and beyond, when they weren’t praying to the big guy upstairs.
So, whoever you are, John Wilson, and wherever you are now, thanks for these wonderful shots.
May we see you back here again soon, camera in hand. In the meantime, may your Elvis go with you…
