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A Postcard from a St Stephen’s Day Walk by the Atlantic in Waterford, Ireland

A Stephen's Day Walk

A Stephen’s Day Walk

After the insanity of Christmas Day and cooking for so many people, the day after, St Stephen’s Day in Ireland, is an oasis of calm, with a morning dedicated to sleep.

I grew up on the Atlantic on the south coast of Ireland with lovely beaches of all types, mountains, waterfalls within, woods nearby and a magic road. Other stuff too but you get my meaning, there is quite a bit going on here.

Yesterday, we took a walk out on the old train track to the beach and beyond. Fresh cold air stinging the cheeks as the sun was setting, the moon rising slowly and then switching its light on. We walked back in the pitch darkness guided by moonlight.

Which was lovely. I felt human again.

Photos from my phone but worth sharing, I think. 

Pausing for a breath

Pausing for a breath

Greetings from the beach

Greetings from the beach

A washed up lobster pot

A washed up lobster pot

Walking the dog on the beach

Walking the dog on the beach

I found some three cornered leek (often mistakenly called wild garlic and just as delicious)

I found some three cornered leek (often mistakenly called wild garlic and just as delicious)

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