There is something very special about the sound of galloping horses, especially when they emerge out of the mist on the sandy beach.
This is one of my precious moments from this recent Lockdown.
Tramore Beach was shrouded in mist and the sea was only whispering gently as the tide was way out.
I thought I heard hooves but wasn’t sure if I was imagining or dreaming of other times and places.
The noise grew louder and a pair or race horses came thundering into sight with the beauty that only horses can bring:
SOCIAL BRIDGE ~ Jean Tubridy connecting with you from Ireland 
Lovely image!
It was magical to see them after thinking I had heard them.
Beautiful image and love your description!
Thanks very much.
There is nothing prettier than a race horse.
I’m inclined to agree.
Awesome. Magical.
A magical moment, for sure.
How lucky you are to be able to experience this wonderful sound. I have only heard it on tv with the Kentucky Derby, or in the motion pictures featuring westerns…
Ah, that’s such a pity, Joni.
Ireland is a land of horses so almost everyone has the opportunity to hear galloping hooves if they wish.
Fantastic picture!
Thanks Katie.
You do like horses, don’t you!
That’s an understatement 😊
wow!!!
😊
Oh! Jean what a magical experience! That’s a beauty of a photo, your dad would be proud of that 💜💜💜
What a lovely comment, Willow. It’s so nice when Dad gets mentioned. I think he’d have like the photo but might have opted for one of the ten others I took for ‘composition’ sake!!
Lol , he obviously was a stickler.
A perfectionist, I would say and so would he!
I can tell from the way you speak of him 💜💜
HaHa!
It’s in the genes, I suspect.
Yes indeed 💜
Wow! Fantastic, beautiful, brilliant (and many other superlatives) shot, Jean.
Thanks, Superman😊
I am pretty proud of it.