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.
…taking the rough with the smooth. In sharp contrast to the coarse, gritty sand. Sitting on a beach on Inishmore island, enjoying the sunshine.
Golden hour on the beach at Rocky Bay. A slightly less suggestive version of a later photo involving an L lens and a cunning piece of positioning. Oooh err missus.
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
Footprints in the sand at Rocky Bay in Cork. Either very soft sand or very heavy shoe wearer. Perhaps the former.
Dropped down to Clonakilty to see Kevin & Eithne a couple of weeks ago. Hadn’t seen either of them for an age. We took a most enjoyable walk out by Ownahincha beach and across the hills to a bay who’s name I can’t really recall. I do remember there was the unmistakable sound of a tanoy in the distance, calling out the state of play in an event. Kev is going to be the second of my friends to tieRead More
Back to square one I guess. Version two of Glassey Alley. Another new beginning and a little bit of a re-birth. Here goes nothing…