There are times when I feel intensely proud of Ireland and I had one of those penetrating feelings this morning as I was driving home from Waterford City to Tramore ~ just 8 miles.
This was about my Ireland; not the stereotypical Irish Mammy, Guinness, or even Book of Kells in Trinity College image of the country.
It was the beauty of the back road from Waterford to Tramore ~ all lit up in November sunshine ~ that did it. I just stopped the car on the Ballinamona Road to soak up the colour, history and pure essence of the place that is so familiar, yet always enchanting to me.
Here’s how it was looking:
The stone wall glistened with a mingling of the man-made and nature:
And a blue, blue sky smiled through the almost bare November trees.