Initially, many of the houses along the canal had large dogs who would come out to take a look.
For the fisherman it was I who was disturbing the peace.
The peacefulness of the Grand Canal is captured in a poem by Michael Hensey (1950-2005).
Grand Canal, Tullamore
I used to love to sit by the old lock gate
and hear the tumbling waters roar
in carefree dreamy boyhood days
in dear sweet Tullamore
The summer air held a magic rare
with charm the soul to enthral
in restful eves along the spangled leaves
on the green, grassy banks of the grand canal.
From the book 'Stars on Still Water' by Michael Hensey.