#loch garman

[stairnaheireann]

#OTD in 1914 – Fethard Lifeboat Disaster | the tragedy saw nine crewmen of the Fethard on Sea Helen Blake Lifeboat lose their lives while trying to rescue the crew of the Mexico.

The tragedy saw nine crewmen of the Fethard ‘Helen Blake’ Lifeboat lose their lives while trying to rescue the crew of the Mexico that had gone aground at the treacherous islands. One of the Mexico crew – a Portuguese sailor – died of exposure on the Keeragh Islands on 21 February 1914, as relatives of the marooned men stood on the shore awaiting news, unaware that the bodies of some of the…

[rondlebocht]

Is aoibhinn liom an bhlás Loch Garman. Is aoibhinn liom a bheith ag éisteacht le mo chlann. Tá sé chomh compordach. Canann siad.

[novadraem]

Loch Garman agus Baile Átha Cliath/Wexford and Dublin!

[mycenalucentipes]

A very short excerpt from a very long piece - Draco Malfoy x Reader (sample)

a/n: So I'm planning to write a much longer story, I have the beginning sorts drafted. Now I need to write it. I know this project will take me a very long time and that is okay. I am going to move at my own pace and probably won't post much more about it until I'm much further along. I'm documenting this here for my sake :)

It is going to be a Draco Malfoy x Reader piece. I'm so indecisive, but I think I finally went with Y/n coming from a well known wizard/witch family, just not one from London area. She's from Ireland!

I kept debating back and forth whether or not to make another Potter twin one, because I do very much like how those tend to play out.

But I've decided in the end, to go with my first idea haha.

I'm still working on other shorter oneshots and series in the mean time! Those will be uploaded here as I finish/edit them. Tbh I only have two others in the works. 'Ghosts' and some other little DM x Reader fic :) my writing schedule is sporadic, sorry lol. Inspiration will come and go

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Today was the day that Y/n Réaltín would make her journey to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As she stood just outside the grand entrance of the Réaltín manor, she gazed at the beautiful coastline to her left. Dawn’s sunrise kissed the water, offering it a soft hue of pinks, oranges, and golds. Wisps of scattered clouds brushed the horizon with gentle shades of blush and apricot. To her right, there lie the tranquil rolling hills and the verdant valleys. The rays of sunlight gave the emerald green vegetation a soft, golden glow. The luscious grass swayed gently with the ocean breeze, glistening as the dew clung to the blades. 

Though she was born and raised in Loch Garman, Ireland, her parents insisted that she attend Hogwarts. For that was their alma mater. Her father was a cold and stern man of mystery and distance. However he wasn’t always this way. 

He used to be a vibrant, kind young wizard. Mr. Atlas Réaltín started his journey by attending the Erehnholl School of Witchcraft and Wizardry before his time at Hogwarts. He was a proud Spaniel of Erehnholl, but Slytherin claimed his allegiance at Hogwarts. Shortly after graduation, Atlas rose through the ranks of the Irish Ministry of magic quite quickly. He now works for the British Ministry of Magic as the head of the International magical Cooperation. A respected and powerful figure.

Y/n’s mother, Estelle Réaltín, was a proud Ravenclaw through all seven years of her education at Hogwarts. Although a muggle-born witch, Atlas, a pure-blood did not care in the slightest. She was the most wonderful person in Atlas’ and Y/n’s eyes. Every year during the crisp winter evenings, the entire Réaltín family would go stargazing in their family’s observatory. Mrs. Réaltín always said that winter evenings were the best time to see the Pleiades, which in Greek mythology were the seven daughters of the titan Atlas and the Oceanid Pleione. Her mother owned a little bookshop that was located near the Erehnoll school. Apart from managing a book shop, she was always deep into astrological studies. 

At the age of 11, Y/n’s world as she knew it shattered when her mother passed away. Her father, deeply depressed, buried himself deep into the responsibilities of his position. He was no longer the warm and loving man she once knew. Y/n never did find out why her mother died. Only that she never came back from work one day. Upon her mother’s passing, her father decided that she would transfer into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The original plan was to have her in Erenholl from first through fourth year, then in Hogwarts from fifth through seventh year.

Y/n often sought solace in the tranquil landscape that surrounded the cold and lonely manor. She would wander the coast and gaze out at the ocean with a somber expression. Or she would walk barefoot across the lush grass that blanketed the rolling hills. Y/n became lost in her thoughts. However, her trance was abruptly interrupted when her father harshly called her name, “Y/n! Quickly now, I don’t have all day to spend on sending you off to school now.” He stood at the middle of the steps, sighing impatiently as he waited. 

Sighing, Y/n picked up her briefcase and owl cage, then headed towards her father who was huffing something about how much work he’ll have waiting for him at the office. Mr. Réaltín held out his hand for his daughter to take it. Before she could even prepare herself, he apparated the both of them to Kings Cross Station located just at the edge of Central London. 

She looked around awestruck, just watching the various people rush by in a hurry to get to their next destination. “Come dear, I cannot take you through, as something urgent came up at work. Just head to Platform 9 ¾ and walk through the pillar, alright? Now I must hurry along, don’t be late to the train, love. You’ll have a great time at Hogwarts.” Before Y/n even got a chance to say a “goodbye” or an “I love you” her father had disappeared into the air. She let out a defeated sigh and wandered towards the platforms. 

“So…Platform 9 ¾. Now where the bloody hell is that?” She muttered to herself while walking up and down the platform. She approached platform 9 and then slowly approached platform 10. Her eyes scanned back and forth between the numbers, having not a clue what she was supposed to do. Where was she supposed to go? The time was nearing 10:50 am by now, so she had 10 minutes to figure out where to go, but there were no hints on how to get there. She knew that asking the guards would be absolutely useless. Time was beginning to run out as another five minutes passed. 

Y/n heaved a heavy sigh and began pacing around her luggage and owl. It wasn’t until she heard the hurried footsteps from what sounded like a large family approaching the area that she gained a spec of hope. 

“Percy first!” You saw a kind-faced woman with fiery red hair call out to what seemed to be six children. Whoa. Y/n shook her head from amusement and sprinted towards the lady. “Excuse me, madame, sorry for the intrusion, but I am a transfer student to Hogwarts this year, do I just-” Y/n spoke, sounding unsure of herself, but gestured towards the brick barrier, “walk through the wall?” 

“Oh hello deary, yes indeed. Just hurry through and don’t be scared! You can follow Fred and George here, they’ll show you the way from there.” She explained with a motherly tone, while looking back to the rest of the children. Y/n nodded her head in thanks and looked at the set of twins. She assumed that these two were Fred and George. 

“Hi there! I’m Fred Weasley!” Said the one on the left. “And I’m George Weasley! We’re in year four!” Chimed the one on the right. “Follow us!” They both happily exclaimed while running through the barrier

“I’m Y/n Réaltín! A second year!” Y/n yelled while following them through the bricks. She closed her eyes in anticipation of approaching the wall. In the blink of an eye, the three of them were standing in front of the Hogwarts Express in all of its beauty. 

“Oh! You’re the Réaltín girl?” Inquire one of the twins as the other looked at you for a brief second. “-Interesting, you don’t look much like a girl.” The other one shrugged and chuckled. Suddenly a loud THWACK was heard as their mother came up from behind them, smacking them in the back of the head. 

“You two! That wasn’t very polite of you!” Mrs. Weasley scolded them while pointing her finger back and forth at them, “now board the train! It leaves in a- wait where are Ron and Harry?” And with that she was onto worrying about her other child. Fred and George looked at each other and then to you, sighed, then shrugged. “Well, let’s get on board. Ready Réaltín girl?” 

Y/n had such a bewildered look on her face, not quite sure what just happened. “Y-yes, I suppose so.” She quietly followed after Fred and George, still not really sure who they were, but they seemed to have heard of her before. It was most likely due to her father being the head of one of the departments in the Ministry of Magic. Y/n silently followed the two of them, not really sure of where to go again. She felt like a lost puppy just hoping for some guidance. So she opted to continue following the twins, as they hadn’t shooed her away. 

“You can sit with us if you’d like to. We’re just looking for our friend Lee!” One of the twins said quite loudly without turning around. Y/n still had no idea who was who, but she decided that was a problem for later. As they walked down the train, Y/n peeked in on various compartments full of students of all ages. However, one student in particular caught her attention when he shoved past the three of them. “Damn Weasleys, out of my way,” scoffed a platinum blonde haired boy as he briskly walked by, making sure to bump his shoulder into both of the twins on his way by. 

“Oh well, excuse us, daddy’s boy,” Fred said with sarcastic amusement. George burst out laughing as the blonde gave a sneer back at them, mocking what Fred said. “That’s Draco Malfoy,” one of them leaned over to Y/n’s ear to loudly whisper. 

Not too long after, they found the compartment their friend was sitting in. “Lee! Look who we brought. A Réaltín!” The twin to the left of Y/n announced with excitement. She still had no idea why it was such a big deal. 

tbc...

[hotcocoandmarshmallows]

If you're from multiple, pick your favorite. Or you can pick both if they're on separate polls, this isn't science. That's what I'm gonna do.

Part 1

[gratiae-mirabilia]

There were three wise men from afar Directed by a glorious star And on they wandered night and day Until they came where Jesus lay And when they came unto that place Where our beloved Messiah lay They humbly cast them at His feet With gifts of gold and incense sweet.

[hearthsandhistory]

Christmas Carols You're Not Sick Of, 12/25

The Wexford Carol (Carúl Loch Garman)

This is a very pretty Irish carol which (really unfairly) doesn't get a lot of airtime outside of Ireland except in some folk music circles. Some sources trace some version of this carol as far back as the 12th century, which would make it among the oldest Christmas songs in the entire world. I've selected a recording in modern English because it's my favorite arrangement, but I'll include the lyrics in Irish below as well:

Modern English

Near Bethlehem did shepherds keep Their flocks of lambs and feeding sheep To whom God's angel did appear Which put the shepherds in great fear Arise and go, the angels said To Bethlehem, be not afraid For there you'll find, this happy morn A princely babe, sweet Jesus, born

With thankful heart and joyful mind The shepherds went the babe to find And as God's angel had foretold They did our Saviour Christ behold Within a manger he was laid And by his side a virgin maid Attending on the Lord of Life Who came on earth to end all strife

There were three wise men from afar Directed by a glorious star And on they wandered night and day Until they came where Jesus lay And when they came unto that place Where our beloved Messiah lay They humbly cast them at his feet With gifts of gold and incense sweet.

Irish

Ó, tagaig’ uile is adhraigí An leanbh cneasta sa chró ‘na luí Is cuimhnígí ar ghrá an Rí A thug dár saoradh anocht an Naí.

’S a Mhuire Mháthair i bParrthas Dé, Ar chlann bhocht Éabha guigh ‘nois go caomh, Is doras an chró ná dún go deo Go n-adhram’ feasta Mac Mhuire Ógh.

I mBeithil thoir i lár na hoích’ Ba chlos an deascéala d’aoirí, Go follas don saol ón spéir go binn Bhí aingle ‘canadh ó rinn go rinn.

“Gluaisig’ go beo,” dúirt Aingeal Dé, “Go Beithil sall is gheobhaidh sibh É ‘Na luí go séimh i mainséar féir, Siúd É an Meisias a ghráigh an saol.”

[science-jumps]

Loch Garman V2

Instruction: “I said I’d allow a pinup of any mod if someone nitro boosted our Discord server, so it happened”.

Ah, yes, but you fell for the classic blunder: I am gay and have better taste than you

The original, also by yours truly:

Thanks, Loch

Commissions are open!

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[toinghaeilge]

A Grave Situation

The Irish sleacht, a predominantly Ulster form of leacht, comes from the Latin loanword lectus, meaning bed. As such it comes as no surprise that sleacht refers to a grave, grave-mound, or monument.

Its anglicisation Slaught, Slatt or Slaght is often seen in placenames, notably Slaghtneill and Slaghtmanus, Co. Derry; Slaght, Co. Wexford and Slaght, Co. Kerry. In Slaght, Co. Antrim, there is no longer any trace or record of a burial monument. 

However hilarious, it should not be confused with sléacht, which means “slaying”. 

[toingaeilge]

A Grave Situation

The Irish sleacht, a predominantly Ulster form of leacht, comes from the Latin loanword lectus, meaning bed. As such it comes as no surprise that sleacht refers to a grave, grave-mound, or monument.

Its anglicisation Slaught, Slatt or Slaght is often seen in placenames, notably Slaghtneill and Slaghtmanus, Co. Derry; Slaght, Co. Wexford and Slaght, Co. Kerry. In Slaght, Co. Antrim, there is no longer any trace or record of a burial monument. 

However hilarious, it should not be confused with sléacht, which means “slaying”. 

[stairnaheireann]

#OTD in 1798 – United Irishmen Rebellion | Battle of Tuberneering.

Irish rebels continue to have success against English troops. At the Battle of Tuberneering, Co Wexford, under the command of Fr John Murphy, rebels ambush in a narrow defile troops of the 4th Royal Dragoon Guards, militia and yeomanry auxiliaries, under the command of Lieutenant-Colonel Walpole. Walpole and 100 men were killed, the rest, throwing away their weapons and uniforms, fled. The…

[halemihad]

1st nite in a motorhome … besides Loch Garman, Wexford, Ireland 😀 (at Ferrybank caravan & camping park) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgH37OyMw0n/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[globalworship]

Wexford Carol, sung by Michael & Amy McDonald

The Wexford Carol (Irish Gaelic: Carúl Loch Garman, Carúl Inis Córthaidh) is a traditional religious Irish Christmas carol originating from County Wexford, and specifically, Enniscorthy (whence its other name), and dating possibly back as far as the 12th century. The subject of the song is that of the nativity of Jesus Christ. “The Wexford Carol” is one of the oldest extant Christmas carols in the European tradition. Traditions abound concerning the song. For many years, it was felt that only men should sing it. It was only at the current revival of all things Irish that this attitude changed. Many popular female artists, such as Loreena McKennitt, recorded the “Wexford Carol” during the 1990s. The song achieved a new popularity because of the work of William Grattan Flood (1859 - 1928), who was organist and musical director at St. Aidan’s Cathedral in Enniscorthy. He transcribed the carol from a local singer, and had it published in the Oxford Book of Carols, putting Enniscorthy into most carol books around the world. The song is sometimes known by its first verse, “Good people all.” from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wexford_Carol

As a friend says, it’s remarkable that Michael hits the high notes, in full voice, when he was 50+ old when he made this recording. He started singing with 1970s-supergroups Steely Dan and the Doobie Brothers.

His wife Amy sings the female part.

[vklader]

В #Facebook снова рекламируется старый, 2017 года, #лохотрон #QuantumSystem. Здесь объяснено, почему это #мошенники. https://vklader.com/quantum-system/ (at Loch Garman, Wexford, Ireland) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2ttoQMF5wX/?igshid=10j4x1bjm79pi

[stephaniegrayme-blog]

06-19 A clasp buckle sits on a passenger seat onboard a Qatar Airways Ltd Boeing Co. ... http://dlvr.it/PNS1zg

[torentialtribute]

Robin Goodfellow’s racing tips: Best bets for Wednesday, March 20

] 22:02 GMT, March 19, 2019 | Sportsmail & # 39; s race expert Robin Goodfellow prepares his tips for the meeting of Wednesday in Haydock, Market Rasen and Chepstow

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3.50 Eceparti

2.10 Captain Moirette

2.40 Viva Vittoria

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ROBIN GOODFELLOW

] 2.00 Peppay Le Pugh

2.30 Micras

3.05 Loch Garman Aris

3.40 Brave Spartacus

4.10 Discay (nap) Oscar name

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2.45 Dew Pond

3.05 Emerald Chieftan (nb)

3.40 One Worthy

4.10 Discay

4.45 Katebird

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2.30 Generous Jack (nb) ; 2.00 Mr. Scrumpy (nap); NORTHERNER 3.05 Emerald Chieftan (nb)

ROBIN GOODFELLOW

[1945]

4.20 Grace Mercy Me

2.20 Cornelius Socks

2.50 Big Time Frank

2.20 Jimmy Bell

2.50 Pine Warbler

4.00 Mcnamaras Band

[1945914] 4.30 Pull Together

5.05 Sirop De Menthe

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