Author: Alan Skeoch

  • EPISODE 649 THE DAY I MET JOHN RICKER, SEPTMEBER 1963

    EPISODE 649   THE DAY I MET JOHN RICKER, SEPTEMBER 1963


    alan skeoch
    Sept. 24, 2022

    THE DAY I FIRST MET JOHN RICKER…SEPTEMBER 1953



    John Ricker was 40 years old when we first met.  That was 1963 and I Was 25 yeas old and about to become a high

    school history teacher.  Our classroom was jammed with potential teachers most of whom seemed to know a lot
    more about history than I did.  All recent U. of  T. graduates.  Perhaps a little arrogant.  Young men and women who felt 
    they were on top of their game. Sure of themselves.

    John Ricker was an air force veteran of World War II bomber command. A tail gunner.   He had survived the war which
    is more than a lot of his friends had done.  He was a top student  with a searching mind and an obsessive interest in
    discussion of world issues.  Born in 1923… a ten year old Depression kid in 1933, a 20 year old tail gunner in 1943, a master 
    teacher of high school history in 1953,  a professor at the Faculty education in 1963 when we first met.

    Our class was noisy when he entered the room.  Explosive. Packed room. Not all.seated.  John threaded his way to the front.
    One hand held a cup of coffee, a lit cigarette in the other hand.  He said nothing
    but looked at us,  Then he took a long sip of the coffee.  Said nothing but began making eye 
    contact with us.  Then he took a long slow drag on the cigarette.  Exhaled.  still said noting.   The room became 
    dead quiet.  John Ricker’s eyes darted from student to student.  Still he said nothing but took another
    slow sip of coffee.  Absolute silence.  Another drag on the cigarette..long drag, slow exhale. Dead silence.

    Then he spoke.   That I remember.  Not the words but the deep resonant sound. What he said I do not remember.   Might have been something like
    “Why are you here today?” or  “So, you want to be history teachers.” or “A B52, fully armed nuclear bomber flew
    of over Toronto today  as it does every day — Why?” The year was 1963 and the threat of nuclear incineration was in the
    back of all minds on earth.  Could we, as teachers of history, do anything to promote world peace? 

    John presented big questions.   Few words. Words that invited discussion.

    He got immediate respect.  John Ricker had charisma.  He ws a leader … dominant.  And achieved this by silence.
    There was another facet of his personality revealed as we looked at him.  A light urging up of his upper lip, maybe… Or was it a twinkle in the
    eye.  Not sure what it was he did but there was humour in his facial expression. He was a funny man at times.

    I was not afraid of him but I knew he expected me to delve deeply into my  mind that day.  Could I do it?  Could I measure up? Could I shoulder the
    challenge of shaping young minds?  John Ricker threw out a challenge that day and he did it by the force of his own personality
    He was a teacher par excellence.   In the silence of that room, that day, was the one key element of teaching success.  Respect.  When respect
    is present all things are possible.  Without respect not much is possible.  John Ricker got respect coupled with humour.  A cup of coffee and
    a cigarette.  Later in his life when he married Marvi, he gave up smoking.  But not coffee.

    Alan Skeoch
    Sept. 24, 2022

    THE DAY I SAID FAREWELL TO JOHN RICKER….SEPTEMBER 24, 2022
    (next episode)

  • EPISODE 643 JUST FOR OLD CAR BUFFS:

    EPISODE 643     JUST FOR OLD CAR BUFFS:  FIND RUSS VANSTONE’S OLD CHEVROLET (A LOOK ALIKE)


    alan skeoch
    ept. 17, 2022





    Niw Herę is a surprise .  A celebration .   Marjorie too me down to Marie Curtis Park to check out
    te change of a swim in Lake Ontario at thousand beach.   Lots of people down there, a few 
    swimming but there had been a drowning the day before that put a downer on the duking idea.

    NO matter there was all kinds of entertainment provided by the Centennial Street Rodders celebrating
    their 55th anniversary with their collection of old cars.

    I think one of those cars…a Chevrolet…  model that once  belonged to Russ Vanstone when we
    we had a party at the farm long ago and Russ was hit by another car as we crossed the
    railway bridge in Georgetown.  At least I think that is what happened a long time ago.
    Russ will correct me.  We were all on verge of marriage but did not know it.

    See if you can find the Chev.  He tried to keep it…put it up o blocks in his garage where it
    slowly fell apart.   Old cars need care..






    Before we got to the old cars we met this guy.   He was on his way to
    Vancouver but ran out of money I guess.   Anyway I gave him two bucks which would
    buy a litre of gas and get him to Oakville maybe.  Or get him a bag of dog food for his dog
    and himself.

    “There he goes Alan “
    “What is all that stuff on his roof?”
    “His mobile campground”





    P.S.   I thought this story would be a break for those of you sick
    of Ireland.   More of Ireland to come .
  • EPISODE 641 BARNEY DWAN 6 : KIRWIN’S PUBLIC HOUSE, BUNMAHON, COUNTY WATERFORD, IRELAND, 1960: Mystery


    EPISODE 641   BARNEY DWAN   6 :  KIRWIN’S PUBLIC HOUSE, BUNMAHON, COUNTY WATERFORD, IRELAND, 1960: a mystery

    alan skeoch

    Sept. 14, 2022


    Kirwin’s pub, Bunmahon, a Saturday night in summer of 1960l: Many of our
    employees and a good supply of Guinness

    Kirwin’s pub had a rustic room for relaxed consuming of Guinness…rough plank walls 
    with bark on the planks…and logs as tables.  John Hogan and I are enjoying ourselves.

    Of all the thousands of pictures I have ever taken, these are among my  favourites.  Taken Saturday
    night in July or August, 1960, at Kirwin’s Public House, Bunmahon, County Waterford, Ireland..
    Barney Dwan is not in the picture.    I believe he did not drink…never remember asking.  There are a
    lot of things I should have asked him but failed  to do so.  

    Mrs. Kennedy told me he is mother was very young when she had Barney.  There was never any
    mention of a father.  I never probed once Mrs. Kennedy told me that.   Wish I had .   We got along
    so well on the job and Barney made sure I became part of the Bunmaon community..



    That’s Barney Dwan on the left.  Look at his face.  Barney really wanted to learn all
    about the job.  The technology of mining exploration was a great mystery to him
    so he watched every move I made.  I wish I knew more about him but was prevented
    by my belief I must try to treat all the men equally.  Pay them all the same amount of money.
    Now 60 years later I realize that was a mistake.  I became dependent on Barney.
    He helped me get employees….all ten of them.  Maybe I could have helped him.

    I Loved the stories he told.   He  Knew the twists and turns of the old mines
    like a glove on the hand. Seems his explorations were done alone.

    I will never forget the stories he told all of which seemed to have a core of truth.
    Not filled with hate.  Softened with humour
    The ’Time of the Troubles” expression softened the hard edge of Irish independence…i.e. the violence
    between Black and Tans and Irish Republicans.  Asa reset My experience in Bunmahon was pure joy.   In 1960 I
    was certainly aware of the dark days of the 1920’s but that was only on the fringe of my mind.  Barney Dwan
    made sure the joy was foremost.  Which leads me to another of his ’stories’ … which may or may not
    be true.  

    Take another look at Kirwin’s pub on a Saturday night  Los of fun…lots of people…many pints 
    of Guinness.   I believe the barmaid is Mrs Kirwin.  Behind her, on her left was a locked room.
    Barney told me a story about that room.

    “What about the other room?  Other room?  Yes, the room behind the bar?  There is a light
    on and someone moving about as I can see the moving shadow in the gap between 
    the door and the floor.   Is that another part of the pub?”  I said something like this to
    Barney who was not a drinker. Never saw him Kirwin’s pub.  Barney had a story about the place.
    He seemed to have stories about every nook and cranny around Bunmahon as did our landlady
    Mrs. Kennedy.




     Kirwin’s  was the
    Catholic pub.   Directly opposite Kirwin’s was another pub with a Church of Ireland
    clientele …. not so well attended as Kirwin’s.  Doubt Barney want there.  Barney was
    a boy of indeterminate age.  A great story teller who dangled truth and fiction.  The
    stories we followed up turned out to be true.

    “The shadow you saw was cast by a man locked up there dating back to the Time of the
    Troubles”….he did the dirty work back then.”

    Was this true?  Think not.  Barney  always made his stories interesting.  A healthy
    dash of exaggeration coupled with a smile. Like the story about the Nun who was eaten
    by a herd of pigs and only her shoes were found with her feet in them.  Stories. Entertainment
    as we slogged across Irish farm fields.

     Was an IRA assassin locked up behind the bar?  Seems a stretch to believe so.
    Yet someone was in that room always..

    That story I dismissed along with the story about walling up people in the
    old church near the river. ”   Barney Dwan was a most amusing story teller
    who never let the facts get in  the way of a good story..  I really wish I had got to know him better.

    TIME OF THE TROUBLES: IRISH INDEPENDENCE 1920’S

    Book investigates why so many Irish country houses were subject to  devastating arson attacks in the 1920s


    Burning the Big House: The mixed motives for the IRA arson campaign – The  Irish Times



    Burning the Big House by Terence Dooley review — fanning the flames of hate  | Ireland | The Sunday Times


    The tale of Ireland's 'House Burning Mania' of 1919-1923 - Country Life
    The great wealth of some Anglo Irish landowners contrasted sharply with
    the absolute poverty of most Irish tenants.  The gap between rich and poor
    fanned the flames of Irish anger in the 1930’s.




    The expression ’time of the troubles’ softened memories of the fight for Irish 
    independence.  Perhaps too much softened.  Violent times back then.
     Part of the violence was the burning of large estate homes 
    owned by Anglo-Irish.  In 1920, 76 of these ‘Big Houses’ were set on fire and 
    another 46 were burned in 1921.  The owners were ordered out and the arsonists
    did their work.  Little or nothing was saved.  Much grand art of Ireland use have gone up in
    flames.   Nearby County Cork was a centre of house burning.  Less common in
    County Waterford but burning did happen. 

     The John Wayne movie titled The
    Quiet Man made no mention of these house burning events.  Nor did Barney 
    say much about it except one casual mention of a fire that happened in an
    large estate which we crossed doing our survey.  That is a dim memory which
    may not be true.

    I am not a particularly religious person.  A Presbyterian back in the 1960’s.
    Protestant in other words.  In Ireland in 1960 I decided to attend Mass in
    the Local Catholic church.  This decision was aided by Bridey.   Who was
    Bridey?  I am not sure  She worked for the Kennedy family who owned the
    house where we stayed.   She was handicapped but falloff energy.
    The house was A rambling structure which  included the family
    general store and a farm out back.  My first Sunday in Bunmahon
    was free day for me.  Normally in Canada we worked 7 days a week so having Sundays off was a luxury
    To sleep in?   Not a chance.  Bridey arrived in my room,
    threw off my covers and announced “Time to get up Master Skeoch…time for
    you to get to Mass.   Hurry!”



    Copper Coast Geopark - St. Mary 's Church Saleen, Bunmahon | Facebook

    What should I do?  I decided to do what Bridey told me to do.  So I attended Mass
    in St. Mary’s Roman Catholic church where most of my employees worshipped.  That was a good
    decision.   Both John Hogan and John Stam were Catholics. Now all of us
    were at mass. We became part of community life in the village.  I had to dodge the holy water thrown at me by some
    of the men who knew I was not Catholic and wanted to help me along life’s
    journey.  A bond was formed.  So glad that Bridey insisted.  She was slightly handicapped
    and a joy to have around the Kennedy home.

    Did Barney attend mass?   I don ’t believe so.  I think he lived outside the village somewhere.

    The knockmahon Catholic Church was once the Temperance
    Hall used by the Cornish miners in the 19th century.   I believe they
    tended to be Methodists.   The Temperance movement
    sure changed Bunmahon in the 17th century… from a town of 2,000 with 20 pubs
    to a town with no pubs.  

      IN 1960  there were two pubs, one of
    which was thriving….Kirwin’a.  Today, Sept. 15, 2022, I ave heard from Aiden Coffey that Kirwin;’s 
    is up for rent and empty. 

    alan skeoch


  • EPISODE 640 DEATH OF QUEEN ELIZABETH II – FUNERAL PROCESSION TO WESTMINSTER HALL, SEPT. 14,2022

    EPISODE  640   DEATH OF QUEEN ELIZABETH  II  – FUNERAL PROCESSION TO WESTMINSTER HALL, SEPT. 14,2022


    alan skeoch
    sept. 14, 2022

    Too much to be said, too little space to say it.  Queen Elizabeth II became Queen in 1952, formally in 1953, the year I entered
    High School.  First assignment was to create a scrapbook of her coronation.  She seemed like an older sister…suddenly elevated
    to a position where her lifetime would be on public view.  And that is how she spent the last 70 years of her life…on public view.
    Yes, she was rich, one of the richest women in the world.  But I wonder if she would trade that position as Queen and the great wealth
    for a normal life like yours and mine?    She was a great woman whose life changed abruptly when her father died.  She was
    just a young girl really.   Suddenly on centre stage for the rest of her life. I Would like to have met her.  What would I say or do?
    Perhaps I can find that old Grade 9 scrapbook.  We were both kids back then.

    Below are pictures of her funeral procession to Westminster Hall in London, England, on Wednesday Sept. 14, 2022.

    alan


    Marjorie and I were able to pay our respects  to Queen Elizabeth in the privacy of our own home.
    Queen Elizabeth had  moments of privacy with Philip, her children, her horses and her dogs.
    But these moments were few and far between.  Most of her life she was on public view.
    Just imagine that.  Put your feet in her shoes.  Could you handle that?  We will miss her. Our
    world has become an unfriendly place…unsteady.  We need her self-control right now.

    Some readers are ardent royalists, some are not.  Some are luke warm royalists who
    resent the vestiges of the class system and the whole concept of a constitutional monarchy.
    Positive and negative people.  Twas river thus.  Most have a warm spot for Queen Elizabeth II.


  • EPISODE 639 BARNEY DWAN 6 GOING UNDERGROUND IN AN ABANDONED IRISH MINE ON COPPER COAST

    EPISODE 639   BARNEY DWAN 6: GOING UNDERGROUND IN IRELAND






    alan skeoch
    sept. 8, 2022




    After disovering the ‘Dead Cow Legend’ was true I began to pay closer attention to
    the stories Barney Dwan told.   This episode 639 led to a major
    adventure.  
    we were laying down a baseline across tiny fields close to the sea shore when Barney said

    “Alan, how would you like together into the old mine?”
    “Can that be done?”
    “From the coast there are holes we can crawl through….I’ve done that many times.
    “Dangerous?”
    “I’ve got in and out and am still living.”
    “Let’s do it?”
    “When?”
    “Tonight after work.”



    Look closely … See Barney Dwan ewatinf jut below the old adit.





    And so began my biggest  Irish adventure.  There was a hole halfway up the cliff face
    not far from the knockmahon ruins.   To get to the hole we could scale down from
    the top of the cliff or scale up from the sea.  The hole ws barely visible.  A trickle of water
    flowed out onto a grassy shelf.  Hard to believe the hole was made by human beings.

    An adit , designed to drain part of the mine or to get air into the mine.  Perhaps both.

    The hole was about three feet high.  Occasionally higher.  Most of our walk,  however, we 
    were bent over.   And we were careful.  We had flashlights , candles and marches.  Why candles?
    To check the air quality.  If the candle would light and stay lit, then there was no danger of
    asphysiciation.  If the candle would not light or suddenly went out then we should get
    the hell out fast.  No oxygen.

    The walls of he passages were beautiful. Startling blue in place where the ore had not
    been removed.  Occasionally there were patches of pink

    At one point the passage was blpcked by a roof collapse.  Whoever dug this adit did not
    use roof bolts or even timbers to hold up the roof.  The blockage was a jumble of loose
    rock and soft muddy detritus where water had percolated its way down and loosened
    the ceiling enough for the roof to collapse.   

     FortunatelyThere was a gap. Just enough crawl space for Barney and I to pull ourselves through using our elbows .
    Barney led
    and I followed.  .  The feeling of claustrophobia was almost
    overwhelming .  What if our bodies loosened more rock.?  What if we got in and could not
    get out?   Did I tell Dr. Stam and John Hogan what we were doing?  No, I did not.  So
    we were on our own.  Now that was stupid.  My only excuse is that I was 22 years old
    an age when stupidity is commonplace.


    The hole we crawled through using our elbows.


    Once we got by the blockage  we could almost standup again.  Bent over though.
    We crabbed our way along .   I figured by then we were close to the
    old  mine ruins which were perhaps a hundred feet above us.

    This was confirmed when we found a vertical shaft.  Unsophisticated…almost natural.
    But not so.  Barney Dwan had been in here before and found a wooden ladder that
    he placed across the vertical shaft.  Easy to cross.  If he ladder was rotten we would only fall a few feet because
    the shaft was filled with water.  Crystal clear water.  Dazzling  in our flashlight beams.


    Was this one of old ladders used by 19th citify minders to reach the ore far below?

    The mine had been exploited a lot deeper than this adit.  So far down that the
    stopes were some distance under the ocean.  Flooding was one reason the mine was closed
    in 1879.  The other reasons was that the ore petered out.   There was a likelihood however
    that there were seams of copper under the ocean  that were never exploited and never would be.

    Pumps were necessary to tentatively hold back the ocean.  When the pumps were shut down 
    the ocean has perfectly preserved ever since the closure.

    The main stopes were far below us. Bunmahon  Miners reached these mineralized sections by climbing
    down long wooden ladders.   In the dark  One foot at a time on wooden ladder rungs.  In the dark.
    Between 1840 and 1879 there were no miners lanterns attached to helmets.  Indeed there were no
    helmets.  

    (I will explain more about the 19th century Knochmahon miners in a subsequent episode.   This episode is about
    the adventureS that Barney and I had which triggered my curiosity about those 19th century miners
    of Bunmahon.  Where did they come from?  Where did they go?  What was their life like when they
    lived here?  Many came from the copper mines of Cornwall.  Most of them migrated to various mines
    in North America)


    These are the ruins of the Knockmahon . Dr Stam and John Hogan are walking along
    th e coast road now known as the “Copper Trail”, an UNESCO WORLD HERITAGE SITE.
    The adit that Barney and I crawled through reached this ruin  one shaft where the 19th century
    miners had ladders to get them deep into the mine.  Today the main underground
    workings of this mine are perfectly preserved by tons and tons of sea water.



    As I said, Crawling underground with Barney was a little risky.  There was a feeling of claustrophobia
    for sure but Barney’s cheerful presence reduced my fear and trepidation.  Barney had been
    here before and alone.  He exuded confidence.
     I did not tell our boss back in Canada, Dr. Norman Paterson, as i feared he would get his
    underwear in a knot.   Much later when I Told Dr. Stam  and John Hogan about the underground
    adventure they were both interested and amused.  The oxidation on the adit walls…bright blue and pink,
    confirmed that the site was worth the cost of our survey.

    Miners drill holes for roof bolts to help prevent stopes and passageways from collapsing.
    I do not remember any roof bolts in the abandoned Kn0ckmahon mine.


    OTHER ADITS ON  THE CLIFF FACE


    I seem to remember entering the adit that is about 6 feet above the large ropeing on the ground. 
    .Thet adit led to the huge room inside with the slanted floor strewn with rocks.




    THE I.R.A. HIDING PLACE, ACCORDING TO BARNEY’
    (True or false? I would never know.)

    “Alan, there is another tunnel you might like to explore just west of Bunmahon…a special place..”
    “Why special?”
    “Story is told that IRA members hid there back in the Time of the Troubles.”
    “Time of the Troubles?”
    “Back in the 1920’s when Ireland was at war with England…civil war.”
    “Bad time?”
    “Very bad….Republicans needed a hideout and I was told this other adit was perfect.”
    “True or false?”
    “I think true. The story says this other adit became a safe place.  Not sure if it was ever discovered by
    the Black and Tans.

    This picture gives a glimpse at what Bunmahon miners had to do using hand tools
    and explosives.  Mostly done in the dark with flickering light of candles and oil lamps.  (The picture
    is not from Bunmahon.9

    The adit was almost too easy to fnid.  Two entrances, one straight from the beach.
    Easy to get into the front part but dangerous as we discovered when we reached a high vaulted room
    with a sharply tilted floor that angled far down to some kind of iron machine.   We never got that
    far.  The tilted floor the big room was littered with large chunks of fractured rock.  Covered in rubble
    in other words.  Directy opposite our entrance tunnel was another tunnel at the same level.  A continuation.

    We decided to traverse the rubble cluttered sharply angled floor.  To traverse we had to step on lots
    large ( baseball to pumpkin size ) rocks piled helter skelter in the room which was about 20 to 30 feet wide and 
    af hundred feet long. Memory could be wrong about size.   Maybe the room had been carved as a chute for ore to tumble down to some
    kind of mechanical crusher at the bottom.  That is just speculation.  

    Our tour ended abruptly.  We were part way across the angled floor….tordding on the rubble.  Pushing some out of the way
    to get better footing.   Then the whoile pile of loose rock began to move.   Us with it..  Not far…several feet and 
    then the rock slide stopped.

    Barney and I retreated with great care.  We did not want  to end our lives buried in a pile of rock at the mouth of
    a rock crusher if that was what the iron framed machine was at the bottom of the angled room.

    Maybe that pile of loose rock was a good way to discourage visitors.  maybe there was an easy way around the 
    jumble.  We did not the time to find out.  Too dangerous. I may have taken pictures but cannot  find them. 

    PERHAPS YOU WANT TO GO UNDERGROUND AT BUNMAHON….THERE IS A WAY TO DO THAT.

     
    IF you want to go underground you can do so..virtually.   Just punch up the  “Copper Coast Unesco Geopark (Ireland)”
    A film has been made of the underground workings at Tankardstown which is the 19th century mine east of Bunmahon
    and Knockmahon.


    Copper mining reached its peak around in the area around Bunmahon in the mid 19th century when two major mines were worked by the Mining Company of Ireland.
    The first, at Knockmahon reached peak production in 1840 when it was described as ‘the most important mining district in the empire’. It was soon unprofitable however, as the more easily reached copper was exhausted and reaching more would require digging more than an quarter of a mile deep and under the sea.
    Knockmahon was abandoned and activity moved to nearby Tankardstown in the 1850s. Here mining thrived for a time but fluctuating and eventually just declining copper prices made it nonviable and the mine closed in 1879.
    While conditions for workers in 19th century mining were harsh and the work dangerous, the period when the mines had highest employment – more than 2000 men – coincided with the years of the famine. So it’s easy to see how such a job would be greatly prized. When it all ended the Copper Coast miners mostly took their expertise and their families abroad, many to Copper Mountain in Butte, Montana and to mining areas in Wyoming.
    The picture at the top is of a group of men on a cage during an abortive effort to revive the mine in 1906. Below that is pretty much all that remains today of the mine at Tankardstown.
    Nowadays you can walk along a guided and signposted trail through the remains of the old mines. It’s a beautiful walk along a lovely stretch of coast even if you are not interested in the mines.


    COPPER COAST UNESCO GLOBAL GEOPARK (Ireland)

    “The Copper Coast tells the amazing story of the formation of Ireland”

     

    Celebrating Earth Heritage

    The Copper Coast UNESCO Global Geopark is located on the south east coast of Ireland, between Tramore and Dungarvan in County Waterford. To the north lie the Comeragh Mountains which reach a height of 750 m. The area is a relatively flat lying glacial outwash plain, much covered by glacial till and bog, with occasional spectacular erratics. Three roughly N-S rivers dissect the UNESCO Global Geopark and display excellent examples of glacial erosion and deposition (an excellent walk follows the Ann river starting at Annestown). The coast is spectacular with numerous sandy and rocky coves displaying sea stacks, arches and blow holes. It comprises some 25 kilometres of spectacular coastline consisting of scalloped beaches and coves buttressed and enclosed by rocky headlands.

    The Copper Coast is an outdoor geology museum with a geological heritage that reflects the variety of environments under which the area has evolved over the last 460 million years. Sedimentary and volcanic rocks define a cross-section through the core of an Ordovician age island arc volcanic system (ca. 460-455 Ma) which extended along the south-eastern flank of the Iapetus Ocean. A fossil rich siltstone/limestone (c. 462-457Ma) marks a hiatus above which the sequence is dominated by felsic volcanic rocks, with intrusive equivalents interspersed with shales, some graptolitic. Spectacular columnar jointed rhyolite is well exposed at one locality. Semi-arid fluviatile sediments (ca. 370-360 Ma), now reddish brown coloured conglomerates, sandstones, siltstones and shales, rest with marked unconformity on the Ordovician. An enormous gap in geological time separates these sequences from those next exposed, unconsolidated tills, boulder clays and outwash sands and gravels of the Quaternary period (Pleistocene epoch) all deposited with very profound unconformity on the Ordovician and Devonian sequences.

    Cross-sections of these rocks are exposed along the spectacular cliffs and are interpreted for the public at various points. For a brief introduction to these rocks, a stroll around the Geological Garden in Bunmahon will prove instructive. Copper was mined extensively in the area during the 19th century. The Geopark’s name is derived from this activity, and the Copper Coast icon is derived from the conserved remains of a mine complex on a high point of the cliffs. Panels there explain how the mine worked.