Biddy’s beach is a rocky beach to the left of the Good Luck pier. It follows the coast along a rugged shoreline that stretches along the coast of the Wild Atlantic Way and ends up in the ocean.
You can only get to Biddy’s beach by making your way through the narrow trail that the sheep and cows make when they trample through the fields. After that you cross a small meadow and there it is.
Biddy’s beach is filled with rocks and jutting out boulders. Sadly for the bucket-and-spaders there are only a few small patches of sand.
But, even the patches of sand have stones in. So it’s not a great beach for bucketing, spading, or sitting. The best beach for that is The Halfamoon Beach.
You can see just how rocky it is in this picture below. Some of the rocks are big enough to make walls. Ballyyahooian farmers make lots of stone walls and those walls stop the sheep and cows from getting too near the sea.
The Ballyyahooians don’t know quite what Biddy does there. But, some say she goes there to collect magic stones, called Witch Stones. They say Biddy is no ordinary Ballyyahooian and that Biddy is really a witch.
Biddy denies that she either is, or could be, The Witch of Ballyyahoo.
The last person that dared to ask her if she is a witch was rewarded with a sharp slap in the chops with a smoked kipper. So nobody dared again.
MUST BE MAGIC?
Biddy’s not the only one who likes to spend time at Biddy’s Beach. Paddy Plant, Ballyyahoo’s oldest and boldest resident spends quite a bit of time there too.
CATCHING CRABS AND OTHER TALL STORIES
The crevices between the rocks fill with water when the tide is in and the seaweed makes them too slippery to walk on. But when the tide is out this is a great place for catching crabs.
Paddy, who likes to tell the odd tall story, says he has been catching crabs on Biddy’s beach for ninety-four years, and his father before him, and his mother before him, and his father before him, and his mother before him and so on and so on backwards til he gets to the year dot.
CONTRARINESS AND OTHER OCCUPATIONS
Paddy can be a bit contrary now again, so no Ballyyahooian would argue with this – for fear of being chased down the lanes of Ballyyahoo by Paddy and his rusty pitch fork.
Even though Biddy doesn’t have a pitchfork nobody would argue with her either, except Maggie Many Cats but nobody listens to her except of course her cats, and Maggie’s cats are not afraid to argue at all – which ever way the moon is shining.