The Looting Of Doon.

Yesterday, I poured out the mixed emotions stoked up in my lapsed Catholic soul by the auction at the convent of Doon. You can read that here.

I promised to return with the loot of Doon and here I am. Actually, here is Husband despairingly trying to fit the loot in to the boot.

loot from Doon.

I see a tow bar and trailer in our future. Well, I hope I do.

Pause a moment.We had to pull into a farmer’s gate on the way home to admire the Rock Of Cashel.  The area around Cashel is known as The Golden Vale and it is surprisingly beautiful if you can bear to leave the main Cork-Dublin road.


Down to the business of treasure hunting.

Lot #1 Tray of cutlery. You might be surprised to hear that this is precisely what I was hoping to find at the auction. My children, following years of admonishment to clear their plates, eat their spoons. They must do, there can be no other explanation for the chronic dearth of cutlery in my drawer. So, mine was the first hand raised in the chapel of Doon and the restaurateurs and dealers, who were after the good silver, let me have it all for 5 euro. Oh, the scintillating thrill of it. I was ecstatic.



Lot #299, Fireside chair and formica tea trolley. I couldn’t believe my luck. Not a soul bid against me and I got the pair for 10 euro.

trolley to paint, up-cycle, dolly-up the trolley

I had a moment of self-doubt as I realised that I had just filled the car with one enthusiastic wave of my bidding card. Then, I wondered why no-one else wanted them. I had spotted the trolley on our tour and my eagle-eyed Husband noticed that the formica was not an original feature.


Looking better already:


I’ve given it a temporary home but there are up-cycling plans afoot…


I only wanted the trolley but I could hardly look a gift chair in the mouth. Husband took one look and disparaged it as a ‘nun’s chair‘. Ermmm, yes… exactly so.


It will need some work but has claimed its position at the fireside.


I bought two cardboard boxes labelled as assorted lots. Together, they cost 31 euros and contained (below, from back left):a black plastic urn (?!), a thermos flask, 5 cake tins, a teapot, a bucket, a plastic lunchbox, a christmas plant container, a glass vase, a stainless steel tray, a cooling rack, a kidney dish (oh, yes indeed), a nut cracker, an enamel casserole (love it!), 2 votive candle holders, a measuring jug, a sugar bowl, 2 sherry glasses, a brass teapot, a rolling pin, 4 matching (nice daisy pattern) dinner plates, 1 salad plate, 3 side plates and small serving plate, a matching (very pretty pussy willow pattern from Royal Tara) china cup, 2 saucers, plate and sugar bowl, a shamrock pattern china jug, a shamrock pattern small mug (Arklow) AND a butter dish which was the thing I was after.the loot from Doon

Husband bid on the three wooden boxes at the back and got them for 20 euros. They were all in the sacristy. The pine box was clearly used to hold blessed palm for Palm Sunday.


The middle box seems very old. It’s stamped with the words Hamilton, Long & Co. , 3 Lr Sackville st., Dublin.


Ireland-DUBLIN-Grafton-Street-1907-PPC-Medical-Hall-Hamilton-Long-Co-tram-15A google search revealed that Hamilton Long and Co. was an apothecary and purveyor of mineral water. Sackville Street became O’Connell street in 1924 but Hamilton and Co. had already moved to Grafton street by 1917, where the became a Medical Hall, a chemist, and now, a pharmacy. All much the same thing, of course. What do you think they were sending from Dublin to the convent? My guess is olive oil.

In any case, the box has woodworm and has been quarantined on the back porch until we get around to giving it a dose of something.

The third box is my favourite.The hinges and lock have been pilfered which is a great shame. I can’t even imagine how this found its way to the sacristy of Doon.


This was only my second experience of auction sales but I think I have the bug. It’s a complete roller-coaster. It’s tough if you set your heart on something and don’t get it, particularly if you miss out by only a small bid or two. There is some satisfaction when an item you spot is sold for a fortune. On the other hand, the adrenalin buzz when you succeed is worth all the waiting around.

Of course, then you have to go home and clean it all up. I’m off now to dolly up my trolley.

As for The Goblet Of Doom…any takers?


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15 thoughts on “The Looting Of Doon.

  1. OH what FUNNNN and what great treasures!!!!!! Love it! and that photo of The Golden Vale – WOW!!!!! How I long to see that in person. You are so fortunate to see!


  2. Oooh what treasure! Your magpie eye has led you to some real beauties. Now, what is it with cutlery … I had the same problem when the girls were growing up and never came up with a viable theory. The socks I understood – the washing machine ate them I do honestly believe – but the spoons, not a clue. Anyway … I love what you found, I am covetous of that butter dish and the pretty painted box (I have a particular fetish for boxes which a psychiatrist would clearly shed light I don’t want on) and as for the goblet of doom – it’ll be pretty with hedgerow flowers in n’est pas? Well pretty-ISH at least 😀

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  3. Nothing nicer than a day out at an auction – entertainment and you might bring home a treasure. We have many things that my husband ‘had to bid for’ because they were just too cheap to leave behind.

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  4. Oh my…what great boot full of loot…..I love the wooden boxes. I seem to collect wooden boxes of all sizes….so tell your husband well done on the 3…..I love the trolley especially after removing the Formica from the top….beautiful and the chair is simple but so much potential….what a fun place to go gather treasures…as for the Goblet of Doom, I believe needs a bright flowering hanging plant….LOL the black will fade away… has a nice shape….well done!!!! kat


  5. I’ve been looking for a butter dish myself, actually for a few years now. I just can’t seem to find the right one but I’m glad you did! Thanks for the beautiful photos, it’s especially nice to see the Rock of Cashel. My mother and I visited it when we were in Ireland a few years ago and I’m pretty sure my jaw hit the floor. It made history feel real in a way that surprised me. Anyway, you live in a special place!

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