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 Pier was barely recognisable:
Blue appeared and I had to chase it out the road to foamy Annestown Beach:
Roads and fields were flooded and my running place, The Anne Valley Trail, was out of bounds:
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:
This was the view from the window on the left on the wall facing us:
Garrarus Beach was pretty tossed up but had lots of new colourful rocks that had been unearthed by the storm.
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:
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 …..