This little sunken area is where we played when we were little. The community hall was on the patch of concrete in the background, but it was set on fire a couple of times and was demolished recently. When we were small, we used to play "The Billy Goats Gruff" on the bridge - somebody was picked to be the Troll and hid under the bridge and then leaped out and chased the Billy Goats when they tried to cross. Simple pleasures, simpler times.
The former home of the Shannon Lawn Tennis Club, where I spent many an unhappy hour perfecting the Fresh Air Shot. Nobody realised I needed glasses for years. I also wasn't particularly interested in tennis... nobody realised that, either.
The mighty Shannon estuary. I used to love walking or cycling down here or on one of the other "points," as we used to call these peninsulas which jut out into the river. That's County Limerick on the other side.
This used to be the football pitch for the school. The boys played football or hurling while the girls did knitting and sewing. Different times, folks.
One of the local hostelries. It was the only local hostelry initially, apart from the bar at the airport, two miles away.
Shannon in the 1960s was a strange place, it was custom built to provide housing for the the brand new industrial estate which grew up beside the airport. My family was one of the earliest to move there. Everybody was a blow-in which made us all equal, although some people were more equal than others and lived in "posh" houses like this :
This was my third home, where I lived from the age of four to fourteen.
Then we whizzed by our old secondary school, which looks much the same as it always did, except somehow the yellow brick on the walls has become red. This school was pretty special, it was Ireland's first ever Comprehensive and heralded a new era in education. We were guinea-pigs and they tried out a lot of new courses on us before introducing them into the mainstream school system.
Granny's house (my fifth home, the fourth one was only a temporary rented house so it doesn't count) looks out over this beautiful lake. It's a lot nicer than Shannon, and most importantly, the riding school was only three miles away!