I didn’t realise how long it’d been since I was last on the rocks at Fountainstown until we went down there yesterday afternoon. I still don’t know how long it’s been, but it’s been quite a while.
September 2005. This one seems to get rolled out quite often. But why not, I like it! Taken back when I was still very much learning to use my then still new baby, a 20D. Also, Inchidoney is still as excellent as ever.
Fountainstown, sitting on the rocks at the beach one evening after going down to Cork for the weekend. Can’t help but think of the rule of thirds and how I’ve possibly not followed it’s teachings here. Meh, rules are made to be broken. Especially photography rules.
In a similar vein to what Donncha posted a few days ago, Fountainstown beach isn’t a million miles away from Myrtleville. Although, in fairness, it is a hell of a lot cleaner. It’s (more or less) the next beach across as you’re walking around the rocky coastline and never fails to present some interesting titbit of thoughtlessly discarded waste on any visit to the spot. Also shot with Al’s lensbaby.
Ready to save a life. Perpetually pooped on by passing gulls the size of Ford Fiestas. The old model. Marks the start of what is turning into an ever more treacherous stroll across the rocks from Fountainstown to Myrtleville. Makes it all the more enjoyable.
And a fine place it is too! The small shop that has everything, nestled into a corner next to Fountainstown beach, between Carrigaline and Crosshaven in Cork. Sweets, ice cream, buckets & spades, sandwiches, tea, coffee, headstones and more. You’ll get it all in Angelas Shop. Well, I lied about one thing. They might not have coffee.
Howth beach. A grand day out while the sun shines. Tides out so plenty of beach to play on. But don’t walk on those ripples of sand for too long in your bare feet or they’ll start to hurt. Or.. at least that’s my experience. Although I don’t think I ever successfully flew a kite. Deprived childhood don’t ya know.
A castle on Fountainstown beach built with the stony sand mixture, which is all that’s available at high tide. One of the best beaches for ‘beach stuff’ (i.e. flotsam or litter), possibly only second to the strip of beaches and rocks you’d travel if you were to walk between Fountainstown and Myrtleville beaches.
Strolling, just like we were, on the rocky beach next to the train tracks. Not many kids out building sandcastles today. Well, not much sand to build them in either. I’m sure you could have fashioned an impressive rock castle though. Hmm, might have to try that one out.
Hand selected rocks on Newcastle beach. Only the ones with the best stripes (and spots) will do. Incidentally, some of these now live in my apartment along with a curiously burgerish shaped rock. It was too good to leave behind. Oh how I’ve missed strolling on the beach!
Chewed up and spat out, a bottle sits slowly decomposing on Annestown beach on Waterford’s Copper Coast. It’ll be sitting there for what, 150 years, while it wastes away? Still, at least it made the dog happy for a few minutes. With any bit of luck, it’ll be picked up by some caring, environmentally conscious passer by and it’ll be re-born as oh I dunno, another bottle?
An abandoned Ferris wheel at the fairground in Tramore, Waterford. Going around and around with nobody on board, nobody enjoying the ride. Could hardly blame them, it was cold, rainy day. Personally I’d be more of a fair weather customer, but I guess if you’re prepared for whatever the weather may throw at you, it doesn’t really matter either way.
A bottom of a glass bottle bearing the number thirteen, found on the small beach at Currabinny after undoubtedly spending a good amount of time being tossed around in the waves. I used to spend a portion of my time collecting such pieces of coloured glass on Cork’s stony beaches for some unknown future purpose. As for 13, it’s lucky. Friday the 13th is extremely lucky. Why? You don’t want to know. I couldn’t explain it without rambling on atRead More
Where I was going to go today but ended up drinking beer & watching TV instead. A lovely relaxing Sunday; I was due one. This is your bog standard landscape really, I just thought it was particularly postable right about now given that the weather doesn’t really know what it’s doing from one day/hour to the next. Now, there’s a bottle of Hoegaarden in the fridge with my name on it. I’ll be off. Actually, Donncha is organising another photowalk.Read More