I love the nakedness associated with low tide ~ the revealing of hidden treasures.
Low tide at many of the beaches in Co. Waterford is the time whole beaches open up and one can round corners that are cut off at full tide.
The other day, I deliberately waited until low tide to go to Garrarus and climbing the cliffs to see the bare coastline was on my mind.
It was one of those glorious sunny afternoons and here’s how the beach looked as I headed for the cliffs:
It was pure heaven up on the cliffs with Summer wafting all round ~ crickets cricketing, seagulls gliding, taste of salt in the air; scents of sea, seaweed and purity.
Looking back over Garrarus, the beach looked far bigger than it usually does when I’ve got swimming on my mind:
Looking South in all senses, the low tide revealed the hidden beaches that lie between Garrarus and Kilfarrassy. Golden sand and gentle white waves breaking ever so gently; sea arches and jaggedy rocks ….
Lying on the soft grass among the flowers, sipping cool apple juice, I saw tiny indentations on the map come alive and stamp their absolute uniqueness on my coastalised heart.