It was a spur of the moment decision; pile into the car with son and a black and white flurry of dogs. I had been deep in thought about ‘opposite sides of the same coin’ ( of all the crazy things) so I suppose it shouldn’t have come as any great surprise that we ended up at the far side of Tramore Bay ~ the Brownstown Head side ~ looking right along the beach and sand dunes, getting a whole new perspective on ‘our place.’
There was a sunny haze and a lovely warm breeze blowing gently into our faces. Just one man fishing a long way down. Were we disturbing his peace or he ours?
It seemed like we had reached an impasse when faced with huge rocks but we were bursting to see what was round the corner. Having clambered up onto what seemed like a cliff path, we were stunned to see three ladies totally engaged in collecting something.
As we drew close, we saw that they were picking mushrooms, and suddenly it all came back to me ~ this week in 1974, searching for mushrooms in the very same sort of August heat out near Mellifont Abbey a few miles from Drogheda, Co. Louth.
It was only then it dawned on me that we had obviously strayed onto private land but I just had to see that basket of mushrooms. The women were as friendly as could be and could obviously see that we were as happy as they were. All was forgiven that we were walking on their land as they drew close to let me take a photograph of the fruit of their happiness.