Elephants are not synonymous with Ireland,
but I’d like to tell you,
the true story of,
“The Day they visited a farm in West Cork”.
Every year we go on our holidays,
to a tiny village in West Cork,
A similar spot cannot be found anywhere in the world.
It is like a place that time forgot.
Children can run wild,
up mountains and through fields.
There are two pubs,
who have traditional music and singing most nights.
Children are welcomed,
and visiting gardai,(police)
are quickly spotted driving through the gap in the mountain,
so licensing laws are not always adhered to!
I love Allihies,
and every year it recharges my batteries.
I have always thought,
that my children will one day hopefully travel the world.
Before that I want them to know their own country.
However it is not a holiday,
my children would be proud to boast of,
to their peers.
In fact last year,
my youngest pretended we went to,
However a couple of years ago,
we got to experience something,
very few others get to do.
We got to “join the circus”.
In a very unorthodox way.
Myself, and two of my children,
were driving from Allihies to Eyeries.
The road to Eyeries,
is a long, twisty narrow one,
through the mountains.
As we went over one of the mountains,
we saw the circus traveling in front of us.
Being almost local, after so many years visiting,
I knew they were on the wrong road.
No way was this road suitable,
for the two huge trucks they had,
to hold their three elephants!
Having negotiated the tiny road,
they reached the bottom of the mountain.
There they were faced with a 90′ bend.
In front of them was a large whitewashed wall,
and directly opposite the wall, was a farmhouse.
The road between the two,
would just fit their truck.
But no way could the truck make a 90′ turn.
There was nowhere for them to go.
They could not turn back,
nor could they reverse back up the mountain.
So what did they do?
Out came the Elephants.
Over the course of two hours,
they used the elephants,
to lift the back of the truck,
inches at a time,
using their trunks!
They would then drive the trucks forward a tiny bit,
and once again get the elephants to lift the back up.
Inch by inch, they eventually got the two trucks,
around the bend.
We could not turn back or go forward.
So over the two hours,
we got to “join the circus”.
My two children met the circus children,
and sat on the farm gates,
watching the elephants work.
As time went on,
the elephants were rested in the field,
with our children playing beside them.
In all that time no other car joined us.
The farmer was not at home,
We were the only witnesses.
That September when our children returned to school,
they had a proud tale to tell.
Last year whilst in the pub in Allihies one night,
a dispute arose between two locals,
about the authenticity of this event.
One was adamant it was an urban myth.
I was only too delighted,
to set the record straight,
and to tell the true tale of
“the day the elephants came to a farm in West Cork!”