Ella McSweeney
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Ella McSweeney: Irish schools are world leaders in a green initiative. So why are most covered in tarmac? (opens the original)
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The lustrous, reddish-brown nuggets are here; conker season is in. Their appearance, with a swirling grain on the surface that looks like wood veneer, brings me back to nature tables at the start of the September term. My youngest is in primary school. Itâs a tiny place, an old-style rural school in Dublin, with six in her class and a postage-stamp sized yard. The kids are lucky to have a large park nearby, which is just as well because the school grounds are pretty lifeless, uninspiring and g
What is the acceptable price, in people and in land, of producing food? (opens the original)
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No one has changed the way I look at land more than Wendell Berry, who died on August 31st at his Kentucky farm aged 92. In the days since, I have reread his 1971 poem Prayer After Eating, a short grace written for saying after a meal rather than before it. âI have taken in the light / that quickened eye and leaf. / May my brain be bright with praise / of what I eat, in the brief blaze / of motion and of thought. May I be worthy of my meat.â The poem asks, in typical Berry style, that we thi
Ella McSweeney: Cunnigar spit in Waterford looks a little forsaken. It needs care and protection (opens the original)
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One afternoon last week, when the weather was just warm enough for summer clothes, but with a wool cardigan on hand, I walked out along the Cunnigar in Waterford. This sandy spit reaches three kilometres into Dungarvan Bay and stops just a few hundred metres short of the town at the far end. The two sides of this spit feel entirely different. On the seaward side, the shingle beach is full of shells, sand and sea glass, the rattle and clink resonating as the sea waters draw back. The muddy bay si
Ella McSweeney: The floods will overwhelm Irish land. We canât just sit back (opens the original)
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Dairy farmer Malcolm Kidd says it plainly: âThe well was dry by five oâclock.â Sixty feet deep, dug in the 1950s and now, in early August 2026, it runs to a trickle by late afternoon. Kiddâs family in Bagenalstown, Co Carlow, now ration the water, which means giving the dishwasher and washing machine a wide berth. The cows must be prioritised â 135 of them on a farm that is not in derogation. Keeping the enterprise going depends on 15,000 litres a day. I walk his fields with him. The g
What ospreys ask of us is simple: clean, fish-rich waters (opens the original)
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On a warm, still day last week, I paddled the contours of the west Cork coastline: deep coves with water so clear I could see straight down to the sand and the shadows cast by fish; hidden sea caves that opened into green, watery gardens, with old trees rooted in the rock and freshwater cascading from the cliffs above; seaweeds of every colour waving up at me from below; and purple sea urchins clinging to periwinkled Old Red Sandstone. No engine, no noise, just my own body propelling the kayak f
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