I got to spend most of today out along the coast and it was bliss. There was a definite touch of Winter setting in but there was great colour, clarity and a sense of Co. Waterford being at one with itself.
Copper turned to blue, blue as I stood on the Bonmahon Beach, looking back towards the old mining works up on the cliffs at Tankardstown.
And I couldn’t resist plunging into the waves at Garrarus Beach just before sunset. The sea is holding her heat well and the waves were all playful and fluffy:
As the sun set, I was catapulted away by W.B. Yeats:
Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
I love the nakedness associated with low tide ~ the revealing of hidden treasures.
Low tide at many of the beaches in Co. Waterford is the time whole beaches open up and one can round corners that are cut off at full tide.
The other day, I deliberately waited until low tide to go to Garrarus and climbing the cliffs to see the bare coastline was on my mind.
It was one of those glorious sunny afternoons and here’s how the beach looked as I headed for the cliffs:
It was pure heaven up on the cliffs with Summer wafting all round ~ crickets cricketing, seagulls gliding, taste of salt in the air; scents of sea, seaweed and purity.
Looking back over Garrarus, the beach looked far bigger than it usually does when I’ve got swimming on my mind:
Looking South in all senses, the low tide revealed the hidden beaches that lie between Garrarus and Kilfarrassy. Golden sand and gentle white waves breaking ever so gently; sea arches and jaggedy rocks ….
Lying on the soft grass among the flowers, sipping cool apple juice, I saw tiny indentations on the map come alive and stamp their absolute uniqueness on my coastalised heart.