The Last Shore – I – The Arch

Winter reduces my range. I swim at the Guillamenes, along the cliffs and shore of Tramore Bay.  Maybe, just maybe, I might get down to Sandycove for a lap. Days pass when I see no-one, arriving, swimming and leaving without a soul. Spring comes with almost imperceptibly warming water and air and increase in the number…

That smell

As land creatures we are more attuned to the early visual signs of spring. Snowdrops, daffodils and forsythia, bud tips on trees, the sun setting further along the horizon and a different quality of light in the day.  Spring doesn’t bring strong smells on land, except the artificial agricultural funk of slurry spreading. Natural perfumes…