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FACETS, AN exhibition featuring work by Athenry based artists Mary Ryan, Vincent Godfrey-Glynn and Patricia Fahy, and the writer Trish Bourke, is running at The Portershed.
The Square appears as a green piece of land outside the city walls on the early maps of Galway. The 1651 map shows it more or less in the shape it is today. In 1710, Edward Eyre (whose family had come over with the Cromwellians) became mayor of the city. He lived in a house roughly where the Meyrick Hotel is today and the patch of land in front of his house was known as ‘The Mayor’s Garden’. He presented it to the city and it became known as Eyre Square
Gardeners are good at nurturing. I suppose it comes with having a great patience, a desire to believe in the capacity of the fruit and plants they tend, a gut feeling that with the proper conditions, they will deliver. The right amount of photosynthesis, the right amount of care, the right amount of gut feeling.
Hurling fever has taken hold of Galway as the county prepares to tackle Limerick in this Sunday's decider at Croke Park, when Micheál Donoghue's senior men travel to Dublin, looking to secure back-to-back titles for the first time since 1988.
GODS AND faeries, heroes and heroines, myth and legends, have inspired and will drive this year's Galway Early Music Festival 2018, which will feature musicians from Italy, France, and Israel, as well as from across Ireland.
Regardless of what the fall-out is from any decision today regarding the future of Tánaiste Frances Fitzgerald, and whether or not the State is plunged into a general election before Christmas, the days of the current administration are now seriously numbered.
‘If your business comes from relationships, then make relationships your business’
The hunt for elusive tickets for Sunday’s mouthwatering All-Ireland senior final has intensified in the last few days as fans clamour to be at what many expect to be the most attractively paired hurling final in years.
If Galway Bay was covered with a sheet of strong glass, and if the skies reflected off it, like they do off the water on a summer’s day, you can be sure we would be out there all the time, slipping and sliding on it, falling on our arses on it, making up strange glass-bound games to play on this strange playground.
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