Relief Rain

It was dark, dank and rainy here today but my heart was light as I got a letter this morning telling me that my two-yearly routine mammogram with BreastCheck which I only had on Monday afternoon was clear. Nothing can ever, ever be taken for granted, especially health, so that, on top of a good report  from my eye specialist yesterday, had me in a heightened sense of appreciation.

I have to admit that I was kinda glad to see plenty of rain over the last day or so because I was a bit concerned about my self-raising flour exploits up at the old graveyard beside Dunhill Castle in recent times. (In case you didn’t read about them and want to they are detailed here.)  I was back a few days ago and was slightly worried that there was still some evidence of the flour but the guy on YouTube had said that rain was required to clear the flour.

Anyway, I thought I’d have a walk along the Anne Valley and make my way up to the graveyard just to see if the rain had done the job.

In case you’re interested, the second grave that I read the other day had this inscription on it:

Erected by Peter Phelan in memory

of his Father John Phelan who died

Jan 6th 1792 aged 75 years also his 

son Mark who died Dec 12th 1779

aged 27 years

It was interesting to find that this grave, like the first one, bore the name Phelan. I am assuming that there is probably a family connection between the two and suspect that at least some of the other sixteen graves will be Phelan graves as well. It’s not clear from the inscription if the son, Mark, was Peter or John’s son but I originally saw him as being John’s son. Twenty-seven is a very young age to die and I suspect there was great sadness for those who were left behind.

The good news is that the rain has removed the flour ~ almost every bit of it ~ but I think that from now on, I will only use it when the days are very dry and I will bring a soft brush (like Mr YouTube) to dust any excess away.

The whole scene today was very different from my last expedition on November 27th. It seemed like the rain had beaten down much of the undergrowth so it was easier to see the whole shape of the ruined church and to pick out the tombstones.

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Old Church and Graveyard, Dunhill, Co. Waterford

This is the entrance to the ruined church. I love the solid stonework:

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Entrance to Old Dunhill Church

I counted a total of eighteen tombstones today and I think that’s all there are:

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Four Unexplored Tombstones

The swan family were very much in evidence down on the Anne River. The cygnets have got very grown up and the walk was punctuated with them as they made their way through the very still waters. To me, the cygnets symbolise new life and the cycle of life, especially after time spent up in the old graveyard.

Those who are buried in the graveyard were once young people, a fact which is almost hard to take in given how much time has passed since the 1700s. But, the cycle of life continues …..

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New Life

 

 

Magic Things in Co. Waterford

I’m still keeping a close eye on the swans and their cygnets out around the River Anne and I simply had to check on them as evening was closing in today.

There were all sorts of surprises awaiting me:

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An Old Friend on Golden Waters
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Folded Note
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Fairy Correspondence
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Burnished Dunhill Castle
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Watchful Eye
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New Lovers

The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper. 

(W.B. Yeats)

A Gentle Jaunt

What a relief to be able to walk again and with the blessing of my physiotherapist who was caring as could be about my back issues.

Where else would I go for a lovely flat surface than my old haunt, The Anne Valley trail with its cindery path.

The sun was setting and I’d no idea
how far I would be going – just relieved to be out of captivity.

It was pure Summer and seeng the ripples in the river as fish played,I found myself hummng: ‘Summertime and the livin’ is easy. ..’

Thoughts, too, of The Impressionists as reflections painted their deliousness, luring me deeper and deeper into the enveloping light.

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Reflections and Reflecting
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Haytime
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Dunhill Castle
Magical Moments
Magical Moments

I hope health is being kind to you too and that you are not in pain – physical or emotional.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mood Swings

It has been a day of many moods in and around Tramore today as Storm Frank passed through after a night of torrential rain and howling winds.

Morning brought high tide and mountainous waves:

The Promenade, Tramore, Co. Waterford
The Promenade, Tramore, Co. Waterford

The Pier was barely recognisable:

The Pier, Tramore, Co. Waterford
The Pier, Tramore, Co. Waterford

Blue appeared and I had to chase it out the road to foamy Annestown Beach:

Annestown Beach, Co. Waterford
Annestown Beach, Co. Waterford

Roads and fields were flooded and my running place, The Anne Valley Trail, was out of bounds:

The Anne Valley Trail, Dunhill, Co. Waterford
The Anne Valley Trail, Dunhill, Co. Waterford

Dunhill Castle, high up on its hill, was probably the driest place in Co. Waterford. It has seen centuries of storms and floods and looked truly noble today:

Dunhill Castle, Co. Waterford
Dunhill Castle, Co. Waterford

This was the view from the window on the left on the wall facing us:

View from Dunhill Castle towards Annestown, Co. Waterford
View from Dunhill Castle towards Annestown, Co. Waterford

Garrarus Beach was pretty tossed up but had lots of new colourful rocks that had been unearthed by the storm.

New Rock at Garrarus Beach, Co. Waterford
New Rock at Garrarus Beach, Co. Waterford

And, as evening was falling, the sea was still wild and stirred up but it felt like everything was okay with the our little part of the world again:

Garrarus Beach, Co. Waterford
Garrarus Beach, Co. Waterford

All the while thoughts of the the old year and the new year were on my mind and this gate seemed to symbolise so much about closings and openings; endings and beginnings …..

Time's Gate
Time’s Gate

Let There Be Light

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:

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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 …..

Dunhill Castle, Co. Waterford
Dunhill Castle, Co. Waterford

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.

The Anne Valley Trail
The Anne Valley Trail

Dunhill Village called at noon where the Church bells rang out and the local dogs sang along:

Dunhill Church, Co. Waterford.
Dunhill Church, Co. Waterford.

No possibility of resisting a call to Harney’s Shop

Harney's, Dunhill, Co. Waterford
Harney’s, Dunhill, Co. Waterford

for a blaa (Co. Waterford bread roll) and some of  their home-cooked ham:

Ham Blaa
Ham Blaa

Perfect day for a swim at Annestown Beach in the heat of the midday sun:

Annestown Beach, Co. Waterford.
Annestown Beach, Co. Waterford.

‘One foot in front of the other’ took on a whole new meaning on the golden sands of the Co. Waterford Coast.

Happiness is ...
Happiness is …

The clarity and magnificence of the day lasted right up to sunset and beyond.

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Tramore Beach, Co. Waterford

Come Phunning!

Sign on the Anne Valley Trail, Dunhill, Co. Waterford
Sign on the Anne Valley Trail, Dunhill, Co. Waterford

You’ll have to understand that cinder paths put a spring in my step and you’ll also have to understand a few other things too.

I used to run a lot to build stamina for tennis and have a fiercely competitive streak within myself about times and distances. There’s the little issues, though, of having broken my ankle twice and banjaxed my back in the years since I was running pretty much daily.

My main running started on a wonderful cinder track at the Lourdes Stadium in Drogheda, Co. Louth, which had been built for either the European or World Student Games back in the 1960s. It was way ahead of its time and made one glide along like a true athlete.

I’ve reached a stage in my life when I feel that if I don’t get running NOW, I never will again and that thought is horrific.

Sooooooooooo, I’ve come up with the idea of ‘Phunning’ ~ that’s gentle running+walking with absolutely no emphasis on times/distances combined with taking a few photographs along the way.

The Anne Valley Trail in Dunhill here in Co. Waterford is the perfect place for this pursuit. It’s a 2.2km (each way) linear path that brings one from Dunhill Village to the magnificent elevated ruin of Dunhill Castle.

Dunhill Castle from the Anne Valley Trail
Dunhill Castle from the Anne Valley Trail

The path is the nearest thing to cinder that one could find and it twists and turns around the Anne River.

The Anne River
The Anne River

I’m setting myself the grand goal of trying to run at least one way by Christmas and have been out twice already this week, interspersing walking and running. So far, so good in terms of the creaking bones.

The Audience
The Audience

I hope that by writing about it here and declaring my intentions to the world, that I will manage to keep going.

I’d love to have some company on this little adventure so maybe some of you former runners would dust down your shoes and find a trail near you and share in my de-stressing!

De-Stressing on the Anne Valley Trail
De-Stressing on the Anne Valley Trail

and yes, my hand does fit!

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Worry Tree on The Anne Valley Trail

Secrets of a Happy Life ~ Gatherings from Ireland # 323

One of the secrets of a happy life is continuous small treats. (Iris Murdoch)

Swans in the Anne Valley, Co. Waterford
Swans in the Anne Valley, Co. Waterford

Swans never fail to cheer me and I went in search of them today on the calm waters of the Anne Valley. There they were ~ tranquil, perfect soulmates melting into each other and their calm waters.

What are your small treats, dear friends?

Tranquil Tuesday ~ Gatherings from Ireland # 282

There are times when tranquillity descends or is evoked by place or atmosphere. Well, I’m happy to say that this morning brought most unexpected calm as I tore out of the house after being practically tied to the computer yesterday looking out, from time to time, at rain, drizzle and dankness.

My main aim was to go for a swim and give my eyes a good stretch but the seas were too high so I made my way to the Anne Valley Trail in Dunhill which has really started to grow on me.

There was an autumnal haze and silence, apart from the very gentle lapping of the waters that were wonderfully relflective  and silvery. Essential peace presented itself in the form of a lone swan ~ so reminiscent of The Children of Lir and W.B. Yeats’ The Wild Swans at Coole. 

Swan at the Anne Valley Trail, Dunhill, Co. Waterford

At midday, the silence was broken by the ringing of  the church bell from nearby Dunhill. I felt drawn to the church which was empty but glowingly warm:

Dunhill Church, Co. Waterford
Dunhill Church, Co. Waterford

The bell tower stands behind the church and exudes both a long sense of  history and perfect poise:

The Bell Tower, Dunhill Church, Co. Waterford
The Bell Tower, Dunhill Church, Co. Waterford

Driving back towards Tramore, via the coast, of course, the clouds began to  part revealing a lazy blueness. The ocean had calmed too and what a precious swim on this October Tuesday when the sun had heated the sand, rocks and smiling sea:

Garrarus Beach, Co. Waterford
Garrarus Beach, Co. Waterford

I hope you are finding peace and  tranquillity wherever you happen to be today!