… and nature is beaming in the January light.
May all your storms be short-lived.
The Dread Storm is Passed …
Tag: Storm Frank
Mood Swings
It has been a day of many moods in and around Tramore today as Storm Frank passed through after a night of torrential rain and howling winds.
Morning brought high tide and mountainous waves:
The Pier was barely recognisable:
Blue appeared and I had to chase it out the road to foamy Annestown Beach:
Roads and fields were flooded and my running place, The Anne Valley Trail, was out of bounds:
Dunhill Castle, high up on its hill, was probably the driest place in Co. Waterford. It has seen centuries of storms and floods and looked truly noble today:
This was the view from the window on the left on the wall facing us:
Garrarus Beach was pretty tossed up but had lots of new colourful rocks that had been unearthed by the storm.
And, as evening was falling, the sea was still wild and stirred up but it felt like everything was okay with the our little part of the world again:
All the while thoughts of the the old year and the new year were on my mind and this gate seemed to symbolise so much about closings and openings; endings and beginnings …..
I Think She’s Gone Totally Crazy
She said it was a perfect time to go to the beach ~ our Garrarus ~ ‘cos the tide was full out and I’d be able to run and run and run on the sand. She seemed to be in a bit of a hurry and said something about ‘calm before the storm’ but all I could picture was golden beach, birds and maybe that dotey little madam I was nuzzling out there the other day:
When she was letting me out of the car, she nearly got blown over by a ferocious fierce gust of wind and I mean FIERCELY FIERCE.
She was all wrong about me having the whole beach to myself. There were monsters everywhere and it was all dark and scary. Just look!
I know I’m a big boy now but I got all shakey and tiny when I saw this black giant comin’ at me:
The birds were all weird as well:
All she could do was take photographs and mutter about how lovely it was and that maybe she’d even go for a swim ~ a WHAT?
Anyway, I thought I should warn you that she’s not herself today. I’m not myself now either but I think she’s downstairs lighting the fire. That should help if I can just get myself onto the rug right in front of it.
What to do about her is another matter. Any ideas?
SOCIAL BRIDGE ~ Jean Tubridy connecting with you from Ireland 