Today, I want to tell you about one of the first submissions I got for this Festival of Colour, Creativity and Connection. The very fact that it has taken until now to write about it gives some indication of how stunned I was to receive it.
Garrarus Beach, as many of you will know by now, is one of my most deeply treasured haunts and it’s where I go swimming all year round. For years now, I’ve been exchanging waves with a man out walking his dog on the road to the shore and I’d noticed a few times when the sea was maybe a bit on the rough side that he seemed to wait very unobtrusively to be sure that I was back safely on dry land. That was something I really appreciated.
Somehow, it never entered my consciousness that this man,who is such a part of my precious relationship with Garrarus, could be a reader of my blog. For one thing, I can never get any signal for phone or internet in that area! Nor, did I think that the Garrarus area could have a more delightful little stone bridge than the one that stands at the turn off from the ‘main road’ for that last lovely stretch down to the beach.
So imagine my surprise when I received this email from the man whose name I now know is Liam:
I just stumbled on your blog Social Bridge recently.
I am enjoying your writing and photos especially the ones of Garrarus Strand.
I am very fortunate to live on the road that leads down to the Strand and the dog and myself visit at least a couple of times a day.
I am attaching a couple of photos of another bridge in Garrarus. Sadly it was knocked down about thirty years ago by a cement lorry.
This bridge was directly across the road from our house and was the start of the lane that runs up to the next road.
I just learned recently that our old friend Oliver Cromwell is said to have travelled this lane on his way to attack Dunhill Castle and would have crossed this bridge…..Garrarus really is a special place and I feel so privileged to live here. I look forward to your treatment of our little lost bridge.
Well, Liam, I can feel Garrarus calling as the clouds have lifted and the sun is pouring down. Thanks for telling me about ‘our little lost bridge’ and for taking the trouble to meet me on this one!