The local bears, hyenas, pythons and cheetahs eat them every night, so I'm told...............
Recalls to mind, when Senior was a small person, they used to get the train from Dublin to Birr each summer for a week's holidays on my great-aunt's farm, which was near Birr.
At Ballybrophy, the station master would be on the platform, bellowing out "CHANGE for Roscrea, Birr and Nenagh!" over and over again.
For years, a youthful Senior thought that there was an exotic-sounding place down in the stix somewhere near there called "ROSSgreyburranena"...........!