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Swiss Cottage, Cahir, Co. Tipperary – A sense of place.

The Swiss cottage in country Tipperary is one of Ireland’s unsung treasures, it was built around 1810 and is a fine example of cottage orné, or ornamental cottage. It was originally part of the estate of Richard Butler, 10th Baron Cahir who married Emily Jefferys of Blarney , and the cottage was primarily used for entertaining day guests of the couple.

The cottage was designed by the architect John Nash, famous for designing many Regency buildings.

The cottage has been restored by the local group and the OPW and must be one of their most loved properties as the condition is just amazing.

If you are visiting county Tipperary this is a must see location !

Wiki link for John Nash

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Sunlight in the Glen , Sunday evening Poem by : Jan Allison And Mel Merrill

Sunlight in the Glen
Cahirabbey woods, Cahir, County Tipperary
Landscape photography : Nigel Borrington

This evening I went for a Sunday walk in Cahirabbey woods, county Tipperary, the evening light was shining through the trees in the glen and it reminded me of the below poem that I found recently.

Sunlight in the Glen

Collaboration Poem By Jan Allison And Mel Merrill

Dappled sunlight dancing among the trees in the wooded glen
Lingering amongst the wood where it has ancient been
She dances fast, and sometimes slow, the tempo ever changing.
Gentle breeze she stirs the trees; the mood is scintillating

The crystal clear water sparkles with a silvery light
Like diamonds splayed on velvet, or a starry, starry night
Shafts of sunlight fall on the crumbling old stone wall
Shedding light on these, the wall and trees, near brook and waterfall

Nature’s beauty, boundless, in this timeless timid wood
We walk the paths so often trod where ancient feet have stood
Each scattered ray comes out to play in primordial den
How privileged I, that I could spy, this sunlight in the glen