A few weeks later I returned to Cappauniacke (near Bansha), to visit some of the places I had been told about. Accompanied by John Marnane, we climbed the short but steep hill behind his house. The muddy terrain was stamina sapping to say the least, but the effort was justly rewarded. About 500 feet up, located between two of the Galtees smaller hills, was a field of quite incredible proportions, called “the Hurling Glen”. It is as level as Semple Stadium in Thurles and is approximately 1500 feet long by 180 feet wide, covering five acres in all. There is a strong local tradition that the game of hurling was played there over 100 years ago.
Continuing our travels that after noon, we crossed a mountain stream and walked through a Coillte forest to reach Cappauniacke waterfall. This was truly a magnificent sight, as the crystal clear water cascaded down over two levels of polished rock making sweet music in its fall. Oak, beech and sycamore reached skyward as a gentle breeze whistled through their naked branches. The white rays of the Winter sun filtered through the trees and dazzled like diamonds on the cascading waterfall .