It's about time I got around to explaining where the Three Rock appellation came from. Three Rock Mountain is the reason I live where I do. The house I live in was bought many years ago for its view of the mountains to the
south, Three Rock in particular. Many is the night as a child my current wife went to sleep staring out at the yellow lights winking
on the hillside and it holds a particular magic for her to this day. Likewise, I had some marvellous dates there in my college
years. Ticknock Wood was accessible up a farm road just along from Lamb Doyle's in Ballinteer. You followed the twisting
road through threatening, overhanging pine until you emerge above the treeline at a desolate scrubland where only heather can
thrive. There's three big rocky outcrops to provide shelter from the rain showers that drift frequently by while you drink in
the most spectacular view of Dublin Bay. Complete make-out zone, spoiled only by the occasional mad cyclist trying for their first
aneurysm and hiking crusty geography teachers striding purposefully into a corduroy future and proclaiming loudly to the winds that
young people nowadays have no respect for the Irish language. Ahh - happy memories!
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Sitting as it does at the start of the
Wicklow Mountains, majestically looking down on south County
Dublin, Three Rock Mountain is host to a number of TV and
radio masts.
Three Rock took its name from the three rock outcroppings at it's peak. Dubliners always had a way with names like that.
Twas brillig, and the slithy
toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All
mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths
outgrabe.
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