#omeath

[dopescissorscashwagon]

Not the nicest of mornings in Omeath today but this lovely memory popped up - a stunning sunrise from Greer’s Quay, Omeath, Co. Louth on this day 2022 ❤️🌅 Looking towards Co. Down, just past Killowen.

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📸 by @AnnBruen @ann.bruen

[mothmiso]

February 2025 (2) (3) by Mairéad Ni Rodaigh

Via Flickr:

(1) Fishing boats at Greer's Quay. (2) Collection of random items decorating a slightly rundown looking shed behind a house along the shore in Omeath. (3) On our walk around the grounds of Ballymascanlon Hotel and Golf Resort we saw several trees felled by Storm Eowyn.     

[brendanjharkin]

The Great March for Gaza, Northern Ireland 07/06/2025 Hundreds of people set off from the town of Lurgan and traversed the length of the Gaza strip to reach Newry, encountering counter protesters and supporters alike along the route. Welcomed at Newry Town Hall by a large crowd of supporters, the baton was then passed to carry the march onwards to Omeath, a town on the border between Northern Ireland and the Republic.

The money raised by the march has passed £9000 so far: https://www.peoplesfundraising.com/donation/great-march-for-gaza-lurgan-to-newry

[knoxfeed]

Hundreds join 25-Mile solidarity walk for Gaza across Northern Ireland Middle East Eye / June 07, 2025 at 11:10AM / https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8G5xNa9L4ho Time: 0:48 On the morning of Saturday, June 7, 2025, hundreds gathered in Lurgan, Northern Ireland, to take part in the "Great March for Gaza" a 25-mile solidarity walk organised by the Ireland Palestine Solidarity Campaign (IPSC). The march, intended to reflect the length of the Gaza Strip, aims to raise both awareness and funds for humanitarian aid in Palestine. Participants set off at 8:30 AM, passing through towns including Bleary, Moneypenny Bridge, Scarva, Portadown, and Newry, with the journey expected to conclude in Omeath around 10 PM. The organisers have encouraged supporters to join the march at any point along the route, emphasising the collective effort to advocate for Palestinian rights and humanitarian support. Catch MEE LIVE, our new biweekly live news programme, where we take a look at the news shaping our world through breaking coverage, expert analysis and hard-hitting interviews. MEE LIVE: Tuesday & Thursday | 12pm ET | 5pm BST | Join the conversation at MEELive@middleeasteye.org Support stories that matter. Join this channel to get access to perks: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCR0fZh5SBxxMNYdg0VzRFkg/join Subscribe to our channel: http://ow.ly/AVlW30n1OWH Subscribe to MEE Telegram channel to stay up to date: https://t.me/MiddleEastEye_TG Middle East Eye Website: https://middleeasteye.net Follow us on TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@middleeasteye Follow us on Instagram: https://instagram.com/MiddleEastEye Like us on Facebook: https://facebook.com/MiddleEastEye Follow us on Twitter: https://twitter.com/MiddleEastEye

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Irish Auto Trail-Greenore to Newry, County Louth (RI) and County Armagh (NI)

Irish Auto Trail-Greenore to Newry, County Louth (RI) and County Armagh (NI) https://youtu.be/-cv_09gnPkU This Irish auto trail explores County Louth, Republic of Ireland, and County Armagh, Northern Ireland, along Carlingford Lough and the Newry River.

[elysianmars]

I really do love this peninsula so much! 💕

[author145]

The Fleadh

Martin continued to be among my best friends and we spent many days and nights in each other’s company throughout our youth. On quite a number of occasions we were joined by both Andy and Des (not their real names), especially on our trips to the cinema, dance halls, and on Sunday afternoon excursions to a popular seaside resort called Omeath. These were the days before night clubs and budget…

[iq85]

Der Frieden von Omeath

Wir leben am wahrscheinlich sichersten Ort von ganz Irland. Hier wird zwar ab und zu mal geschossen oder vielleicht ein Doppelmord verübt, ansonsten ist es aber sehr friedlich: die letzte ernsthafte Straftat fand vor drei Jahren statt, als jemand in der örtlichen Tankstelle eingebrochen hat. Der Täter ist bekannt.

Bei uns leben nicht viele Leute, aber wir sind ein Touristenmagnet. Doch obwohl wir direkt an der Seepromenade leben, ist unser Auto nie verschlossen. Selbst die Hintertür schließen wir nur nachts.

Denn bei uns in Omeath passiert einfach nichts. Dafür sorgt bereits die Grenze, denn wer immer in Nordirland gesucht wird, wird zuerst einmal bei uns im Dorf Unterkunft nehmen, bevor er weiter ins Landesinnere transferiert wird.

Omeath war schon immer dein Zentrum des Widerstands. Die berühmt-berüchtigten IRA-South Armagh-Brigaden unterstanden Omeath im Kommando.

Die irischen Regierungen mögen Omeath nicht. Deshalb fließt auch die staatliche Wirtschaftsförderung konsequent am Ort vorbei und wird in Omeaths reiche Nachbarschaft, nach Carlingford verschoben. Wie auch sonst überall im Land ist dafür aber auch in Carlingford die Kriminalität hoch.

An Omeath gehen die Kriminellen vorüber, denn keiner ist so verrückt, dass er sich mit dem IRA-Dorf anlegt. Für die örtliche Gardaí geht das in Ordnung, denn wann immer es in Nordirland einen Anschlag stattfindet und Spuren in den Süden führt, wird zur Strafe bei Omeath in den Wald gegangen und irgendein altes Waffenlager ausgehoben.

Denn in unseren Bergen werden die Leute trainiert.

So ist Omeath und hier bin ich glücklich, denn es ist eines der letzten Paradiese, wo Freiheit wirklich Freiheit ist. Würde man einen Brief an „Walter in Omeath“ schicken, würde er ankommen. Selbst Marianne Maginnis hat auf diese Weise Post aus Amerika bekommen, dabei stand auf dem Brief nicht „Omeath“ sondern „Ireland“ drauf.

Die Menschen in Omeath sind bekannt, und deshalb gibt es bei uns auch keine Hausnummern, denn jeder weiß wo der andere wohnt. Ed Sheerans Sommerhaus liegt oberhalb der Hauptstraße, Fergus der Schwule wohnt in der Seevilla neben der Kirche. Der zweihundert Kilo schwere Gerüstbauer lebt zweihundert Meter rechts im Strandhaus, der Schwarze, Tony, in der Nähe der Fischfabrik, und neben uns direkt ist Willy, dem das Hotel mit der besten Lage gehört, in das trotzdem prinzipiell kein Fuß hineingesetzt wird. Denn sein Hotel ist ein Belfaster Außenposten, und obwohl Belfast und South Armagh auf derselben Seite kämpfen, sind die Kommandostrukturen unterschiedlich, sodass man sich aus dem Weg geht.

Selbst wenn auf der Grünen Insel zur Zeit kaum noch geschossen wird, wird es in Omeath erst Frieden geben, sobald die Grenze zwischen Nord und Süd abgeschafft ist. Solange wird Omeath weiterhin ein Kommandoposten sein und automatisch friedlich bleiben. Denn hier ist der Kopf, und niemand scheißt dorthin, wo er isst.

Die letzten, die diese ungeschriebene Regel zu brechen versuchten, wollten in dieses Haus einbrechen.

Und zu ihrem Glück hatten die Hausbesitzer die Gardaí gerufen. Ansonsten wäre ihnen ernsthaft etwas zugestoßen. Denn als diese hörten, dass es in Omeath Ärger gab, wurde sofort die Armed Support Unit gerufen, damit es zu keinen Zwischenfällen kommt.

Denn normalerweise läuft Kriminalität in Omeath so wie im Fall unserer Tankstelle: der Täter wurde nicht erwischt, sondern ist bekannt, sodass man weiß: er wird es nicht wieder tun. Denn er wurde gewarnt.

[curiousswift]

Irish sunsets at the beach 🤙🏼

[sonic-oc-showdown]

ROUND 1 BRACKET A

Rose belongs to @sonicanon

Aria belongs to @ask-saffron-and-friends Find out more about them below!:

Rose:

Rose used to sail the seas as a pirate until a bad storm caused the loss of her ship and entire crew, leading her to end up in the Acorn Kingdom and enroll to train as a royal guard so she could still put her swordsman skills to use and go on adventures without having to set foot onto a boat or ship again. She now resides in New Mobotropolis with her girlfriend, twin daughters from a past relationship with one of her crewmates, and stepson. She's optimistic, cheerful, a bit hyperactive, fiercely loyal, and protective. She enjoys sword fighting, baking, pranking her loved ones, ice skating, and spending time with her girlfriend. She is Bisexual.

Aria:

Aria was a girl known as Liliana who was tortured since she was 2 years old and never allowed to age mentally until Tekno and Amy got her into the aria shell by accident and Liliana possessed her and was taught stuff but is extremely energetic now. They has a boyfriend in my friends oc Luke. I made a pin of her that I own and wear daily. I draw everything for them(like all my ocs). Currently she's my favourite oc. They are demiromantic and demisexual. She has ADHD. She is a catdroid:). She was made by Tekno and raised by her and Amy. She's has blackmail on shadow, eggman, Espio, charmy, tails, vector, knuckles, Julie su, amy, eggman, Barby, and ofcourse, the one, the only, blaze the cat. She has three siblings, used to have 4, and will soon have 4 and then 5, Bunz, Starshine, Conan, M!Espio(Tekno found the shell for it), kIylee, and M.P.V. She is such a silly. I roleplay as her in multiple places. She was originally supposed to be aroace but then people started to ship them with Luke so I went along with it. She is part of the chaotix in a roleplay where vector is dead, charmy is phantom rubied, she was hired by Espio and helps him out alot. They fought a demon known as Omeath Peterborough protecting Espio when he was nearly decapitated(RP). She is trusted by the eternity ring

[dopescissorscashwagon]

Chasing the sun and the moon yesterday evening and this morning. Sunset and moonrise from Minerstown Beach, Co. Down, moonset from Cranfield Beach, Co. Down and sunrise from Omeath, Co. Louth.

📸 by @ann.bruen @AnnBruen

[mothmiso]

July 2024 (2) (3) (4) by Mairéad Ni Rodaigh

Via Flickr:

(1) Clock tower at the former stables on the the grounds of Ballymascanlon Hotel. (4) We're finally getting some nice weather so went for a walk along the Carlingford to Omeath greenway after work.     

[jemej3m]

A prompt for your consideration: pro Exy player Kevin Day, many years into his career, taking a sabbatical. He heads to Ireland to get in touch with mother's side of the family. Enjoys slowing down, reading + meets a man who falls in love with him as he is, not Kevin Day the Exy star.

okay but irish history is so rich and so awful and no one even cares at all about it, so this is the idea i got

*

Kevin was well used to flying, but usually it was towards Exy, not away from it. 

Neil would tell him he was flying away from his problems, running from them, if you will, but Kevin disagreed. He was returning. He just needed some time to himself. It was unlike him, he knew, to want to set Exy aside and live differently for a moment. His life depended on Exy. It was what he was risen upon. Some assumed that it all he could realistically talk about or be interested in. 

But even the world-famous, most talented striker known to Exy needed some variation. 

He and Thea had separated a while ago: Maybe that was why he’d found his life so monotonous recently. She always had provided a welcome distraction from the chaos and the constant threat of death looming over his head. 

But he was thirty five now, and the Moriyamas had laid off. He earned them well into the millions. They could live with him taking an off-season to himself. 

(That was Neil’s suicidal confidence getting to him. After all this time, it was bound to.)

He tapped his fingers against the armrest of his chair as the plane rumbled down the runway and flung itself into the sky.

He was finally homebound. 

*

Kevin’s mother was tucked into a dismal corner in Newry. He’d flown into Belfast and rented a car to work his way from North Ireland down into Ireland. He stopped at gas stations and pubs and no one really knew who he was. 

He kept the tattoo concealed by a few splotches of makeup, just in case. 

Anonymity was a beautiful thing. He could book into a hotel room without the receptionist gushing wildly over him: He could sit outside on a park bench with only a pastie and a bottle of water (no more alcohol, not since college) and no one would waddle up to him and bother him.

The quiet was - well overdue. 

He crossed the border on the way to Omeath, looping around and falling back to Dundalk.

He didn’t even mean to stay there - he’d intended to travel to Dublin and reconnect with lost family ties, somehow - but he saw a small, water-logged poster outside of a quaint looking cafe and decided to stay an extra night. 

Irish History: Come and Chat! 6pm with Professor Meir

Kevin was a fucking sucker for history. He missed it more than he was willing to admit, but he was alone here: No one knew him, no one needed to, and that was fine. 

So he booked himself a bed-and-breakfast and spent the day in Dundalk’s public library, letting his fingers brush across the spines of novels and poetry. 

He had the time. He could read Keats and Heaney and Joyce. He could try interpret the non-translated version of Sweeney’s journey, or even attempt Ulysses and enjoy proper European coffee beans and fresh produce that was a staple rather than a privilege. 

He ended up in the public library for hours, reading an annotated version of 1979′s Field Work, completely and utterly absorbed. There was a chair opposite him, and for a good half an hour, he sat and constructed an image of Kayleigh Day, wondering what would have happened if she’d just lived.

He didn’t miss his mother, really. He just - wished they’d had more time. Wished he could venture through their homeland together, hand in hand, and have her point out where she grew up, where she went to school, where she picked up a lacrosse stick and decided to change the rules. 

At five-thirty he went out to grab something to eat, walking slowly back to the little brown-stone cafe, tucked into an alleyway’s darkest nook. The warm glow emanating from the windows was inviting and Kevin gave up on stalling time, entering the premise and removing his coat. 

The cafe had wooden beams running across its ceiling and a fire crackling in the corner. All the chairs had been dragged to face the mantelpiece, which heralded a man about Kevin’s age. He didn’t strike Kevin as a professor. Where was the coat, the slacks, the boater shoes? Kevin’s own history professors at Palmetto had dressed so similarly that he could barely recall their differences, fifteen-odd years later, but this man looked like nothing of the sort. 

He was in a white button-down, rolled up to his elbows with the top button popped. The jeans he donned were tight to his calves, his hips at a lazy tilt as he grinned at the early-comers. 

Kevin was only ten minutes early, but it seemed as though there were some even more enthusiastic than him. They had to be regulars: They chatted with the professor on a first-name basis. 

“Tea or coffee, love?” The patron of the cafe asked, sweeping around the tables that had been pushed aside in favour of the talk. Kevin jolted, voice stuck in his throat momentarily. His tattoo was still covered, wasn’t it?

“Yes,” He said carefully. “Cappuccino, please.”

She clucked her tongue distastefully but then winked at him, sending two completely contradictory signals. “Americans.”

Maybe it was an Irish thing.

Kevin took his seat. 

The professor acknowledged him with a reserved smile. “Newcomer. What’s your name?”

“Kevin.” He said, almost wincing at how his own accent twinged the name out of its Irish lilt. 

The professor’s eyes glittered, a shade of brown deeper than the blackest coffee. “Welcome, Kevin. I’m Cian.” 

“Fitting.” Kevin muttered. Cian meant ancient. 

The man laughed: it sounded like bells. “Your accent is deceiving. I’m guessing you’re Irish?”

“Northern.” Kevin agreed. “My mother was Northern Irish.” 

Cian gave him an appreciative look, lifting his chin slightly so that the curls shifted out of his gaze. His hair reminded Kevin of Nicky. Maybe Kevin could go visit Nicky and Erik on the way home: He hadn’t seen them in years.  

The woman handed him his coffee, ruffling his hair affectionately in that way that old women loved to do. Kevin couldn’t escape the professor’s gaze as he fixed his hair, letting his cheeks flush. 

No one had recognised him as of yet, but attention outside of the Exy realm was unknown and unprecedented. Kevin would be an idiot if he couldn’t recognise the appreciative curl to the professor’s lips, but it wasn’t like he was here to act on urges he’d repressed for years. 

More people arrived: The moment passed. Kevin clutched onto his mug and avoided Cian’s gaze every time he glanced in Kevin’s direction, eyeing the hint of a collarbone that peeked out from the man’s popped collar. 

That wasn’t exactly helpful either, Kevin supposed. But it was all he could do to avoid the feeling of being taken apart, layer after layer of his resolve peeled back by just a warm gaze. 

No one had looked at him like that in a long time. 

It was - 

thrilling. 

* 

ThAnK U I LovED THiS PRoMpTTttttT (i will do a part 2 i swear)

[lucaschmielewski]

#omeath #chmielewskiphotography #spring2013 #ireland (w: Omeath)

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NI newspaper headlines: 'Organised criminals' suspected of RUC/PSNI murder bid

NI newspaper headlines: ‘Organised criminals’ suspected of RUC/PSNI murder bid

Police tape: Image copyrightPA MEDIA

All four of Northern Ireland’s daily papers are leading with the same story – the attempted murder of an off-duty police office near the Irish border.

The officer was confronted by a masked man aiming a shotgun at him as he opened the door of his home in Kesh, County Fermanagh, on Thursday morning.

Despite the ongoing threat from dissident republicans, this…