I wrote about Mahon Falls up in the Comeragh Mountains here in Co. Waterford a little while back and the River Mahon has been on my mind ever since.
Here is the river gushing down at Mahon Falls;
and in this next photograph you can see the river (on the left of the winding path) making its way down towards the sea.
The River Mahon rises up in the mountains and eventually enters the sea at Bonmahon which is on the Copper Coast. I was drawn to Bonmahon today to capture the river as it enters the sea.
Just before it turns its last corner, it serves as a place where a few boats are usually moored ~ boats that always catch my eye with their colours and reflections:
Down by the point where the river meets the sea, a beer bottle in a crevice in the rocks was glinting merrily. I couldn’t imagine that it had been put there by human hand and wanted to think that there might be a message in it:
And, here’s a glimpse of the how the ocean and the River Mahon greet each other in Bonmahon:
There’s a bit of a back story to the waterfall post of yesterday or maybe I should say ‘back-breaking’ story.
It was another of those Mother and Son excursions that always end up being a lot further and more strenuous than I anticipate and I should have learned by now. But, after a day’s rest, I definitely think it was well worth it.
We went to Mahon Falls, which is Co. Waterford’s best known waterfall. It’s up in the Comeragh Mountains and is a very popular spot for walkers. Thing is I’ve never gone to the top of the waterfall before ~ some of the way but never to the top.
Here’s son, Harry, striding off with a great sense of purpose towards the waterfall:
I couldn’t resist the odd little detour to take photos of the mountain sheep so kept getting left behind. (Little did I think, I was going to be up on the high curvy peak a while later when I was concentrating on the sheep!)
Fast forward, or take a look back at the video of the waterfall from yesterday’s post.
I find myself persuaded to climb up and have a look at the waterfall from the top rather than just admiring it as it splashes down. It was tough going, I can tell you, but here’s how it looked from the top. I’m still a little dizzy as I look at this one:
There’s a sense of being on top of the world ~ at least the world of Co. Waterford when you’re way up at the waterfall. Here’s a sense of the vista and it’s hard to believe that a path can become so narrow and the course of a river so defined:
As always with Harry, we came down a different way to how we went up and it involved more climbing before the descent. The views were great as we looked down the valley towards the sea:
Back on terra firma, the setting sun was drenching the side of the mountain with burnished red beams:
No matter where Harry and I are climbing, we always find ourselves thinking of the song, The Climb, that we have both loved since 2009:
Snow is very rare here in Co. Waterford which is in what is known as The Sunny South-East of Ireland. So, you have to bear with my childish delight when I saw that the Comeragh Mountains were white the other morning as I made my way to the beach.
There was clarity everywhere and the sea itself was rolling in like a carpet of snow.
Onwards towards the mountains and yet more contrasting colours:
The road up by Mahon Falls was a wonderland of colours that we so seldom see in combinations like this …
or this …
And way below, the Copper Coast was shimmering and calling me back down:
It’s on treasured mornings like this that my spirit flies freely over the ocean to snowy countries where many of my precious readers live.