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(October 8th 2021) Huge support from Youghal as family and friends travel to the Tallaght Stadium in Dublin to watch Jake O'Brien play in the Ireland U21 team against Luxemburg. Ireland went on to beat Luxemburg by two goals to Nil. Congratulations to Jake for representing his country and to his proud family and the loyal supporters from Youghal.

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Family and friends supporting Jake O Brien at Tallaght Stadium. Ireland v Luxembourg U21 International Soccer. Ireland won 2-0

Sophie Lawlor with her boyfriend Jake at the Ireland v Luxembourg U21 International Soccer. Ireland won 2-0

Jake O'Brien with his mother Richella Bennett and his grandfather Pat O Brien at the Ireland v Luxembourg U21 International Soccer. Ireland won 2-0

Pat O Brien, Chris O Brien, Jake O Brien, Rían & Rosana O Brien at the Ireland v Luxembourg U21 International Soccer. Ireland won 2-0 ... See MoreSee Less

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Crossing the Blackwater at Rhincrew - i gContae Portlairge
By Mike Hackett.

Can you imagine a river so long that it rises in the hills of North-East Kerry and enters the sea between West-Waterford and East-Cork – over a hundred miles away. ‘Broadwater’ was the original name before it became An Abha Mhor (the Big River) and then later – Blackwater. As those names suggest – it is big and broad. Add strong and deep to give an idea of the great challenge that it presented to travellers.

In the lower section - Ardsallagh rises high over the eastern side - and here an earthen Dun or Fort stood in early centuries to protect the native Irish hunters and fishermen. Later the Danes ventured upriver in the 9th century to plunder Molana Abbey at Dair Inis (the Isle of the Oaks) and Lismore - many times. On the more wooded western side of the river – the sizeable ivy-clad relics of the Knights Templar of Rhincrew can still be seen on the hilltop. The pilgrim knights built this fine fortress in the late 12th century to give them a commanding view of the river and estuary – plus a panorama from Ardmore to Youghal Bay.

As late as two centuries ago – there was no bridge crossing this lower section of the river. It was crossed using a rope-drawn barge-like craft from Tinnabinna on the Waterford side to the slob-lands on the Cork side. To give an insight into how poor times were - people were carried over in this craft without charge – but an animal was a penny for a return journey. When the Clashmore people would arrive at the loading stage – they would tie their animal to a tree before crossing free on the barge. This was because they couldn’t spare the penny to pay the animal’s passage.

Landing on the mud-flats at the Cork side – they would then walk the mile to Youghal to do their shopping – and bring out the bags of meal on their backs to the ferry. Then crossing over free again to Tinnabinna – they would put the load on their pony or donkey before heading off over Ardsallagh for Clashmore. Such laborious work – and all because they hadn’t a penny to spare.

In 1833 – after a short causeway had been built from the Cork side - a timber bridge was built to link up the two counties. It was constructed using larch timber – which lasts well underwater – and that bridge served for fifty years until 1883. When the timber was taken from it – the local folk took bits away to use for roof supports and door jams. A door-jam that was made from the bridge larch is still in place not far from the bridge location

Next came the famous metal bridge – and during the construction of it in 1881-3 – a large number of local labourers found employment on the project. The conditions were very harsh for all labourers – generally speaking – towards the end of that century. Times have changed so much since - that it is hard for us – nearly a century and a half later – to imagine life without good working conditions. National Health payments and Widows’ and Orphans’ pensions were unheard of. Couple that with poor safety measures, bad clothing, inadequate diet and rampant T.B. Such was the lot of the locals working on that bridge. It was said that if a man working on the bridge wore even a waistcoat – he would be sent home. It was felt that he should be able to keep himself warm without it – even on the coldest day.

For eighty years – that structure carried the considerable Waterford-Cork traffic – although for its last few years – it was somewhat restricted because of age. Barrels of sand were placed along the length of it in staggered fashion - through which cars had to weave to slow them up. Vibration was the biggest enemy as the rust ate deeper into the metal supports.

Because of those barrels on the bridge – the C.I.E. public buses – coming from Cork and from Waterford - could no longer cross over. The buses would park on their respective sides in special bays – while the passengers walked across. At 10-30 am, 3 pm and 7-30pm every day - the buses would arrive simultaneously and – regardless of weather – the passengers would walk across. The drivers and conductors stayed with their own vehicles. Mick Ahern – who had a hackney car – was engaged to bring the luggage and senior people across – but of course he could only fit a few into his car. Most had to walk across – enduring the wind, rain and cold on that bleak connection. The Cork side especially was very exposed with its mere three-foot high light railing – while the Waterford side had much-higher stronger sides.

A local character named Mick Keogh was a bus conductor and was quick to see entertainment in any situation. On stormy days – Mick would walk back the aisle of the bus warning the passengers to keep low on the impending test-of-nerve.
“The last person blown over was never found” he would say as he wound up their fears. “And don’t run back to me – I won’t let you back onto my bus” he would tease. Then if somebody had a bike in the hold – he would encourage them to ride it over across the windswept river. Mick was merely being himself – great fun – but strangers did not always see him like that.

One stormy day – a female traveller refused point-blank to cross the river – not even in the hackney car – such was her great fear of water. Mick tried all kinds of bluff and persuasion to no avail. He even told her bluntly that she could not retrace her journey with him. The bus and crew at the other side of the river were waiting patiently. Mick was at his wits end – but he was a crafty character and had one last trick up his sleeve. Along came Jack Rapley in his little van and Mick waved him down. “Would you bring this lady back to town in your van – out of my sight. She is afraid of water”. Jack agreed and the woman was placed in the back of the van – because Jack’s wife was in the passenger seat in front. Mick whispered something to Jack and the van did a quick U turn and quickly drove across the bridge. The woman - in the darkness of the back of the van – didn’t know where she was. But when the doors were opened on the Waterford side – having crossed the bridge – she gave an almighty roar that Mick could hear on the Cork side. She then boarded the Waterford bus to continue her journey. Good thinking Mick!.

Gates were then erected at both ends to get traffic stopped before driving over. Those gates were manned around the clock – with booths like telephone kiosks beside them to keep the gate-men dry and warm while that rusting metal structure served the its few years.

On 23rd January 1963 – the ‘new’ concrete bridge – a bit further upriver - replaced the metal one. The plaque on this mentions that it was opened by Neil Blaney T.D. from Donegal – but it was not. He took sick the day before and the plaques were already cast and erected at both ends. The ceremony was really performed by Donagh O’Malley T.D. from Limerick – who was the substitute.

This ‘new’ bridge is far higher over the water than its predecessor and has no opening span – as tall ships no longer venture up the river. Happily – despite the dangers – no life was lost in the building of the concrete bridge - but sadly one man was lost during the dismantling of the old metal one.

So the next time that you cross this great river – pause awhile. Notice the shags drying their wings as they stand like statutes - the herons spaced along the water’s edge silently fishing – and the oyster catchers so busy amongst the seaweed. Admire the woodland hills – rising high above the bridge – and think of all the history this place has seen.

Photo of Brickyard:
The men from Ballycurrane, Clashmore and Geatha Cross would walk across that bridge in the early morning – to be at work at the Brickyard for 6 am. Again in the evening at 6 pm – they would cross over to go back home. And it was six days every week.

Photo of Old Iron Bridge

Engraving of the first Youghal bridge built 1833

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