
There’s something about early mornings down the Prom here in Tramore that is magical.
It’s the time of day that the place belongs to the seagulls and people are the intruders.
I find myself standing very still just watching them and not wanting to disturb them as they wake up to each new day.
I could never imagine my Prom without seagulls. They are just as much a part of it as the waves, the horizon and the ebb and flow of the tide. Every day is different but the seagulls are constant and comforting.