“This beautiful area of Fermoy cries out for our care. We must decide how to protect and save it from further destruction”
Having moved back to my hometown of Fermoy, I can't help but notice the damage wrought by Climate change to the once majestic river Blackwater. Every day, I cross the bridge spanning the town, and I feel such sadness looking at the eroded weir, and the crumbling steps of the fish pass. I don't think salmon could leap upstream now, the water is so low I imagine it would be easy to cup my hands and scoop out the small fish swimming along the visible river bed. It is as if the river's life force has been drained from it, and a far cry from my childhood memories of the river Blackwater.