An acquaintance of mine has about 25 acres of sitka spruce ready to fell in the Cloone area.
He’s facing problems on 2 fronts.
He needs to get a license from Coillte and they’re backed up to their oxters with applications.
On top of that, those faceless gowls in Leitrim Co.Council require a cash bond of €30k toward road repairs projected in the aftermath of the felling and removal process.
He has the cash but to say he’s fucking seething is putting it mildly.
€€€€€€ cunts in Dublin investing in forestry in the West of Ireland to make money off the our backs.Outbidding local farmers for land.Cunts every single one of them.
It wouldn’t have been on the agenda at the time the land was planted so technically you’d be correct.
In related news, apart from Coillte, the single biggest land owner in the country, in terms of acreage, all planted, is allegedly the well known Leitrim legal eagle KP.
Followers of Irish history will be aware that Leitrim’s James {Jimmy} Gralton remains the only Irishman thus far to be deported from his native county. His causes were encapsulated in a nice little film called strangely “Jimmy’s Hall” the story of a dancehall he built but it/he incurred the wrath of the Church.
Jimmy gave the PP of Gowel both barrells with this letter…
The late Boxty Mór was acquainted with him and always spoke highly of him.
I’ll not doubt his judgement from this remove.
That said, the oul’ fella had a raft of interesting pals, all with the makings of a movie or a book attached to them. The Ballinamore Republican and himself were lifelong friends.
It’s in what’s called Kiltoghert parish, there’s a church there. A half-parish if you like.
There are 17 parishes in total from Rossinver to Cloone.
Some cracking clubs that aren’t parishes ie: Aughawillian (Drumreilly parish).
Yourselves of course are orphans…
I can’t confirm any of the particular occasions but there isn’t a venue there that I haven’t graced. Of the 20 or so dance venues the Granada in Granard was the most likely to see you in intensive care. If you weren’t half killed in a row the possibility of being hit by a flying chair hurled in the heat of battle from the upstairs balconies loomed large.
Stick to the centre of the floor when trouble erupted. Heady, carefree days.
