There’s been a moodiness about Tramore Bay over the last few days that has been hard to keep up with.
I often think that the sea is like me in the way she vacillates from calm to not so calm; from flippant to darkly serious; from thunderous to quiet; from hard to soft-hearted; ponderous to sharply focussed; attention-seeking to intensely private …
Yes, so changeable and that ebb and flow like breathing – sometimes shallow, other times deep.
Here’s how my precious Tramore Bay has been looking when I’ve been around. I can hear her whispering ever so gently as I write and I know that there’s a sliver of moon playing with her.