Coasting in Co. Waterford

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.

The Copper Coast
The Copper Coast

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.

Bonmahon Beach, Co. Waterford
Bonmahon Beach, Co. Waterford

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:

Bouyancy
Buoyancy

As the sun set, I was catapulted away by W.B. Yeats:

Embroidered Cloths
Embroidered Cloths

 

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.

(W.B. Yeats)

 

 

Joy at Low Tide

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:

Gararus Beach, Co. Waterford
Gararus Beach, Co. Waterford

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:

Garrarus Beach towards Tramore
Garrarus Beach towards Tramore

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 ….

Garrarus towards Kilfarrassy Beach, Co. Waterford
Garrarus towards Kilfarrassy Beach, Co. Waterford

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.

Land of Enchantment ~ Gatherings from Ireland # 295

Festival of Colour, Creativity and Connection
Festival of Colour, Creativity and Connection

I happened to toss my towel on the rocks at Garrarus Beach here in Co. Waterford the other evening when I arrived for my first November swim and this is how it fell:

The Irish coast, and especially that of Co. Waterford, is my place. 

Garrarus Beach at Sunset

And, let me say that the water was warm and warmest along that shimmering bridge to the horizon.

Where’s your Land of Enchantment?