Every single time I see this “Old School House” on the road between Bonmahon and Stradbally here in Co. Waterford, I stop the car and feel myself being drawn back in time.
It’s a building that oozes personality and each year the fuchsia seems to be more and more vibrant and appealing.
It’s hard to imagine it as a school ~ and in my mind it’s a place where a local head teacher and his/her family lived and spent evenings in front of the fire correcting arithmetic and compositions written with nib pens.
I hope I’ll be able to find out more about it one of these days.
I’d love to hear about the buildings that always stop you in your tracks.