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The Bridge To Puck

Bridge to Puck

The Bridge To Puck

Today is the last day of the famous Puck Fair, a right of passage in the life of anyone from Kerry. 

As children it was exciting to see the horses and stalls that lined the steep hill and streets of Killorglin. Catching sight of King Puck atop of his tower and a young Queen taking her role seriously from her float. The swell of people in the streets, the familiar taste of Coke and Taytos and a trip to Birds Bizarre!

As teenagers, we experienced another side of Puck, getting into all kinds of trouble. Begging the last bus back home to hurry up. Looking back on those times now and laughing at how naive we were. 

Going back as an adult, are an amazing few days spent with friends who all come home for the festival. School friends who have flown from Australia, Canada, London and Dubai, catching up on stories, and enjoying a pint of the black stuff. 

Remembering the days I used to hate crossing that bridge to school, I now look forward to crossing for the catching up- 

‘The Bridge to Puck’ is still making connections!

Ebony

Bridge to Puck
                                                      Killorglin’s 8 span bridge across the River Laune on Ireland’s Wild Atlantic Way.