I know that many of you have been to Galway (or intend visiting) and I am sure you have heard of the Claddagh village, which was on the west side of the mouth of the Corrib river, where it flows into Galway Bay. It was immortalised by Bing Crosby when he recorded the song 'Galway Bay'! Remember the opening lines? 'If you ever go across the sea to Ireland, and maybe at the closing of your day, you can sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh, and watch the sun go down onGalway Bay.' There, I've got you singing already . . . yes, the lines are coming back to you now . . . 'the bare-foot gossuns at their play' . . . young boys and girls, wearing no shoes, carefree, oblivious to the woes and tribulations that awaited them in their adult lives . . . aaah the innocence of it all.
Problem was, that by the time the song was being popularised all across America by the old crooner, back here in Galway, the city officials had decided to build Galway's first public housing project, right where the iconic thatched cottages stood. To be fair, those cottages were already hundred of years old, stone-built, cold, damp and in many cases, because of poverty, they were in pretty poor condition and not fit for continued habitation in a modern Ireland just shrugging off the yoke of the British empire.
So in due course over a period of 20 years or so, all the old whitewashed thatched cottages were demolished and replaced by modern, warm, if indifferent looking terraced houses. If there is a prize for the most-asked tourist question in Galway, it surely has been 'Where is the Claddagh?' So many people ask that question everyday here that the locals were embarrassed to admit that there wasn't a single thatched cottage left. The wrecking ball had made a clean sweep of them all, the old Claddagh had become confined to black-and-white picture-postcards and vivid imaginations.
You can imagine my delight when driving one day in the car, I noticed a guy unloading loads of thatching straw into a backyard off Fairhill Road, in the Claddagh. My curiousity piqued, I paid the site a visit last week, accompanied by a good friend Tom O'Connor, owner of O'Connor's Famous Pub in Salthill. I brought Tom, not so much because I like him a lot, but really because he just bought some really cool camera equipment, and we made a little video blog that I called 'The first thatched cottage to be built in the Claddagh, Galway, in over a century.'
Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, we were fascinated to bear witness to the first thatched cottage in nearly a century being built in the Claddagh by a local family called Walsh. They intend to open it to the public in April 2016 and hope to call it Katie's Claddagh Cottage, after their grandmother who had lived there a long time ago. Using entirely authentic traditional building and thatching methods, when it is finished, it will be an iconic gem in the heart of the old Claddagh village.
Well, to cut a long story short, while we were there, picking our way through the building site, I got talking to the guy who was painstakingly weaving straw into the thatched roof, a master-thatcher called Eoin O'Neill, who came all the way from Waterford in the southeast of Ireland to help get the new thatched roof, well, just perfect. Eoin was really great fun to speak with and was a natural on camera, too.
Eoin was using locally-grown wheat from Corandulla, County Galway to thatch the main roof and was using rye that was grown in Wexford for the comb (or ridge) of the thatched roof. He took a break from his work while I admired the roof-timbers before they were covered over by the rye and wheaten thatch.
The main beams on the roof were old scotch-pine or bog-oak rescued from the bogs that cover much of Connemara. The rest of the roof is made of hundreds of ash plants, 2 metre long sticks or scallops, onto which the thatch will eventually be secured by means of twisted hazel wands, which are 'purloned' into the thatch and interlaced with the ash cross-beams. The thatch is then tamped and pummelled by a special hammer and tied off with thin ropes, until it is as firm and as watertight as any slate roof, really warm, and with some maintenance, replacing the 'skirts,' or 'bobbins,' on the ridge, the roof could be good for 30 or more years. When looking at really old thatched cottages, one can see 100 years of thatch-layers, one on top of the other, making for a delightfully artistic roof.
Looking up through the slatted scallops that comprised the rafters of the cottage, I was struck by the frailty of the entire undertaking and was reminded of the old Irish saying, 'Ní hé lá na gaoithe lá na scolb' -- 'The windy day is not the day for thatching.' The lattice-work of the inter-laced scallops dissecting the heavier cross-beams of the rafters reminded me of the warp and weft of the weaver's loom. Soon the thatch will cover this natural web, and these patterns of light and heavy timbers will become the clothes of the house, not unlike a bolt of hand-woven tweed. The shafts of winter sunlight filtering through the inter-woven sticks on the roof would soon be a distant memory once the thick layer of rye and wheaten thatch was stitched onto the rafters by Eoin's skilled hands. After the cottage is thatched, this under-skeleton will be covered forever and really, in a month's time, one could not imagine how such a thatched roof was constructed unless one witnessed a new build such as this.
This is exactly as our forefathers would have made a cottage roof made from thatch, by gathering up locally available material, ash plants, hazel wands, bog-oak beams, driftwood, etc. Most of the materials the older generations used were not bought from lumber yards or builders-suppliers, no, they were begged, borrowed, bartered and even liberated from bogs, woods, sea-shores, etc. Collecting flotsam and jetsum from the shore would have been a common activity and, hey, y'know, the best beams are ones that have been used before in another venture or vessel. Something with the patina of age, and the experience that goes with it, not brittle, but yielding and reliable.
Tom and I hadn't planned making the video, and we certainly hadn't rehearsed my lines. If fact, we did most of it in one staccato unrehearsed take . . . so expect a few bloopers . . . and of course there was lots that we forgot to mention or talk about.
Here's a story! I remember hearing of one family who moved from a small tenant farm beyond Inverin, in west Connemara, to a slightly larger tenant farm, just east of Furbo, a little nearer to Galway city, in 1890. The two brothers, one wife and two children walked the 15 miles from Inverin to Furbo, carrying the roof-beams for their yet-to-be-built stone cottage, on their backs. Such was the value of a few long poles or spars back then! Their humble little thatched cottage saw nine more children born and thereafter, 17 grandchildren and great-grandchildren, all born under the thatched roof that had been made by hand, using only locally grown or found materials, until the cottage was finally replaced in 2009 by a new slate-roofed bungalow.
I would have railed against a 'fake' Claddagh cottage, one built just for tourists to take selfies at. This is no fake. This is the real deal. I believe that this lovingly built, traditional, Claddagh cottage is set to become one of the must-see locations in Galway city for locals and tourists alike. Congratulations to the Walsh family and their hard-working friends on this unique venture to commemorate the iconic village of the Claddagh.
They have a bog-oak studio at the rear of the cottage and intend selling bog-oak sculptures and tea and freshly-baked scones during the summer. You can sit in by the hob, and watch the busy cottage come to life. The turf-fire will be lighting in the big old fireplace and the half-door will be ajar, or half ajar, whichever! They hope to have various artists and craftspeople working in the cottage, perhaps even a claddagh-ring maker on site, too, as well and having a warm, inviting cottage experience, showing how the people of the Claddagh lived and thrived on the shores of Lough Corrib and Galway Bay for the past five centuries.
I hope you enjoy the video. Click on this link to view Katie's Claddagh Cottage:
You can come on a walking tour of Galway with me anytime, just call or e-mail me and we can meet up at a time to suit you and your family or friends. If it's wet and windy, I also give 'the shortest walking tour of Ireland, the 50- foot tour of O'Connor's Pub!' It's a fireside tour that I give at 6 p.m. any day at the pub, located in Salthill. A half-dozen or more people can come on that tour, winter or summer.
Come and walk with me sometime.
Brian Nolan. Galway Walks -- Walking Tours of Galway
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All photos except for the bread baking by the fire are my own. That one photo is from the Connemara Heritage and History Centre.
Post script; March 17th. The cottage roof is finished and white-washng (lime-washing) of the exterior and interior walls has begun. The interior is being fitted out with antiques and family heirlooms, and the garden is being planted. it will be a lovely spot to visit in late Spring and all summer in this centenary year. Brian
The 'Ridge' or 'Comb' is not something that many ground-dwellers have ever seen up close. The astonishing attention to detail and the traditional artistry that is employed by the thatcher in 'topping-out' the thatched roof has to be seen to be appreciated. Many birds but few street-dwellers will ever get that chance to gaze on this beauty.