Something catches my eye. Is that…dogs? Where are their humans? No…surely… hares! They scurry along the beach at breakneck speed and disappear into the grassy dunes. I sit myself on a rock, waiting, still. They don’t return. I’ve walked myself down a mildly steep sand dune to get here, I’m sheltered from the rest of the beach which is blocked by big rocks and clumps of grass. I don’t know how long I was sitting waiting for the hares to return, but as I turn the corner, deciding to avoid being buried alive by sand and instead walking a different route through the waves, I notice I’m no longer alone. My solitude is broken by scores of people carelessly making messy footprints on the otherwise-immaculate white sand. Creating noise where there need be none. This is my beach, my discovery, I wanted it to stay that way.
Outstanding 👏
I wouldn’t have thought that was Ireland – a place I’ve lived in.
It looks positively tropical!
I love the way you talk in your blog, I laugh and smile the whole way through.
Have you written a book?
Your words take me straight there I close my eye’s and I’m sitting on your beach.
Your stunning photography is magnificent.
It’s a pleasure to read your blog posts.
Can’t wait to see more!
I couldn’t have imagined the place you are describing as being Ireland. I seem to always find myself in a city somewhere.
Beaches will always draw the crowds. I think my next visit will be the Atlantic coast.