Running East

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:

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Sunrise 11 at Dunmore East, Co. Waterford.

 

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. 

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View of Tramore and Comeragh Mountains, Co. Waterford.

 

 

A New Dawn

Puppy Stan woke me this morning in what seemed like the dead of night and he and I headed out into the darkness to meet the softest misty rain and a gentle breeze. As he tugged me to the corner of our road, I caught sight of the barest first glimmerings of today.

The blinds of dawn were being eased up by the gentlest of hands as if giving us time to run home, grab car and camera and answer the call of the waves.

The drama that unfolded was magical ~ never to be seen in quite the same form again, never ever as each jewelled today comes but once.

Tramore Beach, Co. Waterford
Tramore Beach, Co. Waterford

Out along the Cliff Road, a gull soared in celebration:

Soaring Gull
Soaring Gull

Newtown Cove, from where Harry and I will cast the Wishing Stones on New Year’s Eve was bathed in golden light:

Newown Cove, Tramore, Co. Waterford
Newown Cove, Tramore, Co. Waterford

 Not knowing when the dawn will

come  I open every door.

(Emily Dickinson)

The ‘New Normal’ and Me

Tramore Beach, Co. Waterford
Tramore Beach, Co. Waterford, November 1, 2014

Happy November All and thanks to everyone who took part, in whatever way,  in The Festival of Bridges which took over Social Bridge for the last few weeks. It was a great experience and I’ve come to meet all sorts of new people through it, which is brilliant.

Today has been like an interlude between finishing a book that you’ve loved and looking at the pile of books that are waiting to be read and which hold promise.

The day started very early indeed as the dogs were restless with the Halloween fireworks and the like. As a result I ended up being up before dawn and got to see the sunrise.

While out walking, I was thinking about the concept of the new normal which is so dominant these days. It tends to be used a lot in the context of grief and how we have to come to terms with ‘the new normal’ but it is also used in relation to lots of aspects of life.

It’s a notion that has long grated with me and I wasn’t able to put my finger precisely on why until today.

Basically, I think that the notion of  normal is very much a social construct that we build to give ourselves a sense of security. But really, our lives are changing all the time in a whole host of ways.

Trying to come to terms with a ‘new normal’ seems to me to be as futile as puppy Stan chasing birds on the beach. He runs and runs and they soar up into the sky and leave him looking stunned and frustrated every time. Sometimes, he even loses sight of what he’s doing and races into the sea after a gull that takes off over the ocean as soon it it spots him on the rampage.

Lessons of Life!
Lessons of Life!

Why not think of life as ever-changing moments which are there for us to experience, learn from, endure, enjoy?

There sun will never rise  on November 1, 2014 again. It was a magical time here on the coast of Co. Waterford ~ an energetic awakening to the importance of seizing the moment.

Garrarus Beach, Co. Waterford on November 1, 2014.
Garrarus Beach, Co. Waterford on November 1, 2014.

What’s your feel about the  concept of the new normalespecially in the context of  coping with grief?

 

Sight that Stunned Me

St. Andrew's Church, Dunmore East, Co. Waterford
St. Andrew’s Church, Dunmore East, Co. Waterford

I’ve long loved Dunmore East in Co. Waterford and have been going there since I was a tot.

However, I’d never been there at dawn until recently and was really captivated by way in which St. Andrew’s Church was lit up as the sun was rising.

Here’s a summery black and white shot, taken by my father, back in the 1970s, which shows the spire of St. Andrew’s in the background:

Dunmore East, Co. Waterford. Photo: Frank Tubridy
Dunmore East, Co. Waterford.
Photo: Frank Tubridy

 

 

 

Saturday Senses ~ Sweet and Salty Sunrise

I’m getting into practice for National Dawn Chorus Day which is tomorrow morning so got up around 4am to greet the dawn.

I didn’t see or meet a soul. The sunrise over Tramore Bay was stunning and whetted every sense imaginable:

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I couldn’t resist a swim in lovely Garrarus. The tide was perfect and the sea embraced and minded me like an old friend.

Garrarus Beach, Co. Waterford
Garrarus Beach, Co. Waterford

 

 

 

Winter-time and the Livin’ is Easy ~ Gatherings from Ireland # 287

Today was the first day of ‘Winter-time’ here in Ireland and I’m in a right canfaddle about what time it is. I woke just after sunrise this morning, as always, even though it was around 6.30am ‘ new-time’ and  a bit on the early side!

The minute I saw the sky with its hint of pink, I tore down to the beach to greet the day – isn’t that what Kris Kristofferson did that Sunday morning?

It was like nature had been reading my post from yesterday and was determined to add as much colour as she could to offset my dread of dark, dark, dark …..

Here’s a glimpse of what she presented: