.y granddad was always the type who had to see what was
around the next bend on the road or see what was over
the next hill. If there was something happening, he was there.
While working on restoring and cataloguing his archive, I
have come across many photos of Dublin and its people, as
well as those he took on his travels around the country with his
friends on his BSA motorbike.
But, as much as he loved heading off cycling in the country
or off on his motorbike to the seaside, Dublin was my
granddad’s town and the city was his walking ground for
taking photographs. If he knew something was going on or
heard a rumour of an event, he would head to where the action
was going to be. It’s not surprising that in all of these boxes
of negatives, I found some old photos depicting the events and
people in Dublin. He always got himself to a good vantage
point by climbing a wall or lamp post or by moving people out