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Tag Archives: Ormeau Park
One Moment
There’s a pink balloon blowing along beside the path in the Ormeau Park, left over from some charity event. The wee girl is delighted to find it, and lifting it runs along through the tall gates and onto the broad … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, breaking the speed limit, child, Jason O'Rourke, luck, Ormeau Bridge, Ormeau Park, Ormeau Road, panic, road accident, short story, taxi, Vernacularisms
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Guest Post: ‘City Isles,’ by Ceardha Morgan.
I chart the city by its parks; green islands linked by the redbrick roads. An archipelago of forty, founded by city fathers many years ago in benevolence and self interest; oases amongst the mills, factories, shipyard smoke, noise and the … Continue reading
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Tagged Alexandra Park, Belfast, Belfast Corporation, Belfast Lough, Botanic Gardens, Bowling Green, dreaming, Dunville Park, escape, Falls Park, fountain, Goliath, James Craig, Landrovers, Lost Boys, Mens sana in corpore sano, murder, nostalgia, Ormeau Park, Palm House, Samson, serenity, Spring, Summer, trees, tribes, Victoria Park, Waterworks, Woodvale Park, WP Longform
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Occupy
My 6 year-old daughter’s birthday present is a new bike. It is pink, of course, with Disney Princess decorations on it, and I have added shiny new stabiliser wheels. She is excited and can’t wait to go out on it, … Continue reading
Stunning Stunts
It feels exotic to be here relaxing on a bench in the Ormeau Park in the middle of the week, and I am savouring it. It is late July, and unseasonably warm and sunny in Belfast. The customary overcast skies … Continue reading
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Tagged Accident, ambulance, Bandstand, Belfast, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, Ormeau, Ormeau Park, Ormeau Road, Park, short story, stuntman, writing
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