I was awake very early yesterday morning and had one of those pre-dawn walks with puppy Stan before the birds were even chirping.
Just as we were coming home I could see that there was the prospect of a glorious sunrise out at Dunmore East. I haven’t said much before about how Co. Waterford is very much divided into the East and West for all sorts of things, including sport. But I suspect the division may have started with the sun, like so many other traditions.
I knew I just had to get to the Coastal Walk in Dunmore ~ a place that is fast becoming very special to me because of the magnificent vistas it presents and, of course, its view across the Waterford Estuary to the Hook Head Lighthouse in Co. Wexford, the oldest operational lighthouse in the world.
I didn’t meet a soul on my travels; just as well really as I felt like a character in Wuthering Heights and only realised when I got home that I was wearing odd shoes and the raggediest jacket in the place ~ one that served as Stan’s emergency bedding for a while.
Here’s the drama that unfolded before my very eyes out on that glorious Coastal Walk high up on the cliffs.
Back at Dunmore East Harbour, the boats were swaying as the gulls screeched. And there among the fishing boats was this one:
I caught this glimpse of Tramore on my way home, taking a few of the lovely by-roads on the eight mile trip. The tide was almost fully in so the sand dunes were surrounded by water with the Back Strand sky blue and I suspected the gentle waves lapping up on to my beloved beach. I always feel gleeful when I can see the Comeragh Mountains standing tall behind Tramore and think Waterford is a county that has everything I could ever want.
