Beaches are like people to me in the sense that they all have uniqueness and their own moodiness.
This always hits me when I go to Woodstown Beach which is in East Co. Waterford and at the mouth of the Estuary where there is a big meeting of rivers and open sea.
Woodstown has soft, floury sand that craves to be run through fingers, tiny and not so tiny.
I love the delicate imprints in the photo above and suspect a bird passed through not long before me.
Woodstown doesn’t have the stones of the beaches on The Copper Coast but has a carpet of shells that crackle as you walk on them while wondering if it can ever be right to break such beauty with heavy soles.
Of course, every beach has her own relationship with the sun. Woodstown, being in the east, is the place to catch the sunrise and there have been some magic moments there as the dawn breaks. However, I’d have to say that one of my favourite shots that I’ve taken in Woodstown over the years is this one, taken on Winter’s day, as it speaks of the tranquillity of the place to me and the gentle, gentle waves.
I’d love to hear about the personality of a beach that has special meaning for you.
SOCIAL BRIDGE ~ Jean Tubridy connecting with you from Ireland 
Lovely images!
Thanks so much for writing and for your kind words.
We use to walk on a beach called Duxbury Beach an inlet type of beach there was the bayside and the ocean side..People go clamming on the bayside..I just like to walk along the shore listening to the lapping sound of the waves coming in and going out..Sometimes there are treasures to be found ..a lobster trap, netting, abundant shells and rocks..though it is also sandy…I like to go when it’s empty of people and just smell the ocean air which is invigorating to the senses. I pick up rocks, stones that catch my eye..and always look for beach glass their sharp edges worn smooth by the sand and water over time…Now a days you must pay to park which is a bummer and not cheap..In the winter they have a steel gate so cars can’t go onto the parking lot..though we do take another route to cross a long wooden bridge to get to the beach it goes over the water on the bay side and it’s kind of nerve wracking to hear the wooden slats creak…But then again if you’re not a resident you can’t park only turn around and go back over that long bridge..The seagulls and sandpipers are my favorite things to watch. Your pictures always remind me of what I’m missing..
What a lovely picture you paint, Joni. Thanks so much.
That needs some thought Jean xxx
That I can well understand. xx
Mine is Piper’s lagoon which is compromised of two beaches not far from each other. I like the smaller beach which is rocky and the beach loves you displaying heart rocks at your feet. Low tide I have seen deer cross across what they couldn’t walk across thanks to low tide. Just across the ways are abandoned fisherman’s cottage of every color that screams to be wanted again. The soft rolling water that slaps the shore is one of peacefulness and it is my favorite beach to beach comb. It is isolated because of its rocky shores. I find such peacefulness there and serenity that you just do not want to go home. The other Piper’s lagoon beach is more crowded as it is a sandy beach and a long beach. Towards the back of the beach rest logs and wood that have been rolled in the sea which we call driftwood. Some of these trees are huge and you wonder how the sea tossed them there but then again the sea is a force to be reckoned with. Yes beaches have their own personality. I also like Neck point. I find black sand there only in one alcove which is strange Be well.
Sounds like heaven, Joseph. Wonderful description.
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Sandbanks along the coast from Bournemouth – the place where I spent most of my early holidays i.e. before it became the preserve of the wealthy – Sandbanks has, by area, the fourth highest land value in the world 😦
Oh I’ll have to check it out, Robin.
Superb shots! I especially like the bird footprints and the shells!
I used to fly my dual line stunt kites on the beaches of Lake Michigan. Lots of great exercise and fun! You should get yourself an inexpensive beginners dual line kite and try it! It is a wonderful way to exercise and all kinds of birds come around to watch! 🙂
Thanks Tom.
I’d love to give the kites a shot. Sounds like great fun.
So very beautiful, Jean. You are so lucky to be within close distance to all these beaches. The best I can do is the St.Lawrence River’s edge. While a lovely place to take my walk with Zeke, not quite the same as a beach by the ocean!
Hi Dale, yes I’m blessed.
Your river walk always sounds very relaxing.
It does at that. I’ve got to count my blessings!
Rivers have a special something ….
That they do…
I didn’t realize there were beaches “paved” with shells! Such a land-lubber. I have much to learn…
Now you mention it, yes, beaches do have distinct characteristics Jean. Woodstown looks fascinating. Those around the Dublin area are pretty scruffy and scrappy – until you get down to Killiney maybe. I’ve always thought Ireland’s eastern and southern beaches ‘interesting’ rather than beautiful or picturesque -though that’s only an impression I have from a small sample.
By contrast many west coast beaches are gorgeous, sweeping, magnificent. Donegal, Clare, Kerry – I suppose Inch is my personal favourite. And the climate ensures that they’ll never get over-popular 🙂
Glad you agree, Roy.
The Jersey beaches certainly have very different personalities from my times on them.
You just have to see the Copper Coast beaches ~ they are far more like the wild Atlantic than the Irish sea ones.
Inch is a beauty, that’s for sure.