Monday blues…

Baltimore

…and pinks. I’m back on the mainland and back to reality! Arrived yesterday evening via the Mystic Waters ferry into the bustling and very colourful fishing village of Baltimore, West Cork, Ireland, where the journey to Sherkin Island always begins for us. There is a true and sinister tale of a pirate attack on the people of Baltimore in 1631. Algerian pirates sailed quietly into the harbour one night and spirited away men, women and children from their beds. I can recommend a great book on the subject called The Stolen Village but here is a brief overview of the story. In one of the pubs on the harbour front there is a full list of the names of the 107 people who were taken to Africa and sold as slaves. It chills me every time I read it. Unfortunately, an Irishman played his part in this. It’s hard to imagine that night of 19th June 1631 and what those people must have endured.

Now what started off as a colourful snapshot of a small West Cork fishing village has turned into a story you may not have wished to have heard…

If you are feeling brave, here is a wonderful poem which I have just discovered via Google. The reference to ‘Dun na Sead’ in the poem is the castle partially shown on the left of the above photo.