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Look at this view! I was standing on the hill just above this little bay watching thirty foot waves smash against the cliffs. Ireland was so beautiful - more to report in due course, but today I'm over at Choc Lit's Author Corner writing about how to get those writing ideas flowing.

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Maggie Christie said…
Welcome back! I can't wait to hear more about your holiday. Lovely picture, I love wild seas. Did Tom find plenty to inspire future paintings?
15 November 2010 at 02:52
Joanna St. James said…
this is beautiful I actually need some writing tips so i shall be following u there too
15 November 2010 at 05:39
Pondside said…
Welcome back, Chris! I hope that there will be a few more photos of Ireland!
15 November 2010 at 06:31
Frances said…
Wow Chris, what a picture! I can just hear the sound of that sea in my head.

Welcome back. Definitely looking forward to hearing more about your visit to Ireland.

xo
15 November 2010 at 07:08
Unknown said…
Wow! So beautiful
lx
15 November 2010 at 07:32
Pauline Barclay said…
We've missed you, welcome back. The photogrpah is amazing so much energy. Catch you soon. x
15 November 2010 at 10:22
Deborah Carr (Debs) said…
So beautiful and dramatic. I love the sea in a storm, from the shore though, not from a boat.

Looking forward to hearing more about your trip.
15 November 2010 at 14:39
Flowerpot said…
Cor that looks wonderful Chris, Makes me want to go straight over there....
16 November 2010 at 01:50
BT said…
I'm so glad you enjoyed Ireland but sorry we couldn't meet up. Ah well, next time! The picture is wonderful. I hope your Mum enjoyed her trip too. I look forward to hearing all about it.
16 November 2010 at 23:14
LITTLE BROWN DOG said…
Do tell about how to get the ideas flowing, Chris. Ideas are absolutely NOT flowing here. Well, not the right sort of ideas, at any rate...
18 November 2010 at 16:00
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