There are certain scenes that spell ‘home’ for me and one of them is crossing Rice Bridge in Waterford City and looking along the full length of the Quay. I especially like it when the River Suir is at high tide, as it was very early this morning.
Where are your I’m home places?
SOCIAL BRIDGE ~ Jean Tubridy connecting with you from Ireland 
That’s a great shot Jean and a reminder of the few months I lived just behind Reginald’s Tower down the end there. There’s a perfect ‘old man’ bar just near there – Jordan’s American Bar, on account of the emigrant ships that used to leave from the quays.
But I feel ‘I’m home’ every time I arrive in Cork, despite the fact that I’ve never lived there.
Morning Roy! Thought you might like the pic alright. How interesting that you lived just behind Reginald’s Tower as that’s where my father had ‘digs’ back when he came to Waterford in the 1940s! See you’re not that much of an ‘old man!’
Interesting, too, that you’re ‘home’ when you get to Cork in spite of never living there. I’m like that about Waterford City ~ never lived there a day in my life but it absolutely evokes ‘home’ and my son announced the other night that he feels the same about crossing the bridge!
As both my father and his father were RCAF navigators, as was I until three days ago, there’s been a lot of moving in our lives. The feeling that you describe is one I hope to capture in the coming years; it’s time to settle down, permanently.
Or, at least, as permanently as our short human existences will permit.
Dublin and anywhere in Yorkshire.
David, it’s good to see Dublin in there and I know that ‘anywhere’ in Yorkshire feeling as I could say the same about Co. Waterford!
Lovely picture–I can see why this scene spells home for you. My yard with its flowers on a beautiful summer say represents home to me. (I could also say the same thing about my yard representing home after the first snowfall of the winter.)
Sheryl, I love the idea of your yard in any weather spelling home.