The Memory Wanderer: A Deserted Beach

Wednesday, May 24, 2023

A Deserted Beach

We sat in the sunshine in the lea of the dunes to escape this morning's rather vicious westerly and looked northeast along Littleferry's beach and....

....southwest along the beach and saw not a soul; nor was there much in the way of bird life, just a few gulls and a scattering of oystercatchers but amidst the grasses of the links at the back of the beach we found more to indicate spring's arrival including....

....a mass of saxifrage amongst a bank of blue, pink and white 'bluebells' and....

....occasional splashes of the brilliant colour of purple milk vetch. However, the highlight of our walk came as we returned to the car....

....in the form of a single small copper.

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Derryck MortonJune 3, 2023 at 8:16 PM
Beautiful pictures Jon. We have just arrived back from a holiday on the island of Aran. The most striking thing was the abundance of Hawthorn blossom. I don't believe I have ever seen such a wonderful display with every bush snowy white, and lasting for so long as well. The island was also making our walks last a long time with so many wild flowers to inspect along the way. A camera and a wild flower book after dinner. Bliss.
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The Memory Wanderer

I'm at the wrong end of the road, a short distance to look forward to and a long way travelled, so I spend more time looking back, enjoying the memories, and less time in anticipation of the way ahead. The road trodden has been a good one, a rich and winding one, over which I hold no regrets. There is much still to do - only the end of the track ahead intimidates.

Time is mine now, so I remember, sometimes deliberately, sitting in the warm sunshine, sometimes because my mind, as if keen to help, suddenly gives me a flash of memory, a vivid picture which, like an exploding rocket, illuminates a moment in life; and then fades.

I have seen its dark side but, in general, the world has been kind to me. I have few regrets, I have many blessings, so these thoughts are offered as a celebration of a fortunate life.