We’ve had very little pure light here in the South-East of Ireland in recent weeks. It’s been as if the ‘season of mists and mellow fruitfulness’ has been seeking to have it all her own way.
The country woke in a state of dejection this morning trying to shake off the effects of the horrible defeat by the the flowing Argentinians in the Rugby World Cup. (I knew nothing whatsoever about Argentina before this week except the overwhelming natural brilliance of Gabriella Sabatini and Diego Maradona ~ magical duo that should have been enough to forewarn me.)
So it started as a ‘one foot in front of the other’ kind of day:
But, as the new day unfolded, there were signs that nature was striving to lighten our spirits. I simply had to follow the opening sky and it brought me to the Anne Valley in Dunhill for my morning run. As I got out of the car, I was greeted by the clatter of horses hooves on the road beneath Dunhill Castle. Instinctive thoughts of The Highwayman, The Listeners …..
The light danced on the cinder path of the Anne Valley Walk and there was a softness that made running seem like the most natural thing in the world.
Dunhill Village called at noon where the Church bells rang out and the local dogs sang along:
No possibility of resisting a call to Harney’s Shop
for a blaa (Co. Waterford bread roll) and some of their home-cooked ham:
Perfect day for a swim at Annestown Beach in the heat of the midday sun:
‘One foot in front of the other’ took on a whole new meaning on the golden sands of the Co. Waterford Coast.
The clarity and magnificence of the day lasted right up to sunset and beyond.