Evening of Light

There was lovely soft light here in Co. Waterford today.

Here is how it was:

Naked Trees
Naked Trees

Naturally, I just had to see high tide:

Annestown Beach, Co. Waterford
Annestown Beach, Co. Waterford

As the sun was setting, the cloud formations were mesmerising:

Cloud Magic
Cloud Magic

As night drew in, there was such calm in the moonlight looking towards the Promenade in Tramore – that place that sings “home.”

Tramore in the Moonlight
Tramore in the Moonlight

I hope your place is bathed in soothing light that calms your soul.

 

 

 

The Preciousness of Tramore

Tramore towards The Metal Man, Co. Waterford
Tramore towards The Metal Man, Co. Waterford

I don’t think I have ever felt as deeply in love with my home town, Tramore, as I did this evening as the sun was setting. The intensity of the feeling is very difficult to describe but it was undoubtedly fuelled by the fact I knew that my best friend from Tramore was on her way home from far away to attend her father’s funeral.

We had messaged each other a few times during the day and she wrote at one point that she was doing okay but she wasn’t so sure how she would be when she got to Tramore. It seemed as if this lovely seaside town was doing everything it possibly could to ease her homecoming and soften the sadness of death.

Tramore towards Brownstowns Town Head, Co. Waterford
Tramore towards Brownstowns Town Head, Co. Waterford

By October each year, Tramore is pretty much back to itself after the hectic tourist season which swells the population, especially in July and August. The town is small enough that most people are at least nodding acquaintances with each other and there is a very strong sense of community, especially at times of sadness and joy.

As I was standing on the historic Promenade, with the waves splashing through the distinctive railings, I realised that this is the place in the world where I feel totally at home.

The arms of Tramore Bay have a special embrace and the sound of the sea is the sweetest I know, especially when it whispers beneath the full moon, just like it’s doing now with midnight approaching under the fullest of full moons.

 

 

 

 

Sunday Sense

There are certain scenes that spell ‘home’ for me and one of them is crossing Rice Bridge in Waterford City and looking along the full length of the Quay. I especially like it when the River Suir is at high tide, as it was very early  this morning.

Waterford City
Waterford City

Where are your I’m home places?