Yesterday found us in one of the most beautiful places in West Cork, a small fishing village along the coast. It was a quiet and a sunny day, a day like you might get in September or October, when the sun is golden, bringing out the colours everywhere and in everything. The air was crisp, and all along the hedgerows lashes of bright red fuchsia were still proudly in bloom, lifting the landscape and infusing in us a feeling of vibrancy and beauty.
We walked to the pier to watch the fishermen mend their nets, bright colours were everywhere, whether the nets were new or old, or whatever other materials are used by the fishermen, there is a wealth of texture and colour to be seen.
Everywhere I looked I saw art and beauty, was it me or was it the reality of things?
Fishermen working on their nets, nice to watch, dedicated work.
Ian having a great walk down memory lane, and nets everywhere!
This is, or was the Post Office in this little village, the village of Unionhall.
We were celebrating my 69th birthday and it was a wonderful way to do so.
Thank you Ian for helping to make this day so very special.
In fact I took these photos with my mobile phone, I was not expecting to take any photos while walking along the shore with Ian this evening, but glad that I did.
The day was beautiful, the sea very calm, there was a peacefulness about the place here as shops and many businesses closed after lunch because of the Good Friday church services, many locals were around in their Sunday best, and yet there was a lot of activity among the fishermen, they were sorting their nets, some little boats left the harbour and others arrived with their catch, nets were spread out to dry on the concrete, and as the evening approached I saw the fishermen sitting together talking and enjoying the rest. There were fewer tourist around today, especially this evening it became very quiet. We had a restful day ourselves, it was good to reflect after the huge amount of images we took in yesterday. One of these days soon we will go to visit Gozo the little island off Malta.
This photo reminds me of the painting of the Angelus by Jean-Francois Millet-but don’t ask me why!