There’s something about stolen long evenings in Co. Waterford that wraps me up in sweet tranquillity.
Last Saturday, I felt the need to feast my eyes after too much screenery and found myself chasing the last of the light out along the Copper Coast. It was a dullish evening but I knew that there would be beauty if I let it find me.
Bonmahon Beach was deserted save for one young man making his way into the sea for one last swim:
The Yeatsian sky ~ ‘Had I the heaven’s embroidered cloths…’ mirrored on the sand like a painting laid out to dry:
Bonmahon, like so many other cities, towns and villages across Europe, was engrossed in the EURO 2016 quarter final game between Italy and Germany and I met just one walker when I stopped to savour the setting sun. We said our ‘hellos’ and and agreed that it was a great evening to be out:
The bleating of sheep rang through the salt air and I thought of those days in Spring when I was out searching for the first lambs of the year:
It was very heaven to see the curtains of the day closing over the Comeragh Mountains:
Back home the screen was flickering and tensions were high as the penalty shoot-out saw the Italian dream fade and German joy rise.
No one noticed that I’d not been there for the whole match and that’s how I wanted it to be!