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Final Snapshots: The Sea, The Sea

A stormy end to our stay in Ireland...

Waves as high as the cliffs












Turning to the texture of whipped cream in the bay












Ebbing and recharging










And just to give you the flavour of how it felt...

Comments

Flowerpot said…
What a wonderful holiday by the sound of it. You've got me thinking now - holiday in Ireland next year definitely! Lovely pics too.
1 December 2010 at 02:49
Anonymous said…
Dear Chris, I do so love to see the sea when it is rough and wild. The sheer force of it and the taste of salt in the air is so invigorating. I hope that you have had an enjoyable holiday. Ireland is such a magical country.
1 December 2010 at 05:37
Frances said…
Chris, I love the look and sound of that sea. And the glorious sky above isn't too hard on the eyes, either!

Thank you again for bringing some of your Irish visit to us.

xo
1 December 2010 at 07:12
her at home said…
Shame on you woman that isnt whipped cream its the froth on a guiness!!
1 December 2010 at 11:33
Deborah Carr (Debs) said…
I love the sea when it's stormy and rough, although not from a boat. I always sleep better when I'm near to the sea, even if it's a couple of miles away, so strange.

I've really enjoyed seeing/reading about your trip to Ireland and must make a point of going there sometime.
1 December 2010 at 23:05
Kitty said…
They are particularly good pics. I could just do with one of those sundaes in the post below. Yum.
2 December 2010 at 01:31
Exmoorjane said…
Oh wow, Chris - just been reading back over your Irish adventures and book signings.... It looks SO beautiful (and cracked up at your mum in the hairy jumper shop). I've now got Ireland longings again....not to mention book signing longings (but let's not talk about that eh?) :)

Lovely to catch up with you. Janexx
2 December 2010 at 03:17
Brown Dog said…
Wow, your photographs are just STUNNING, Chris. How come mine always look blurry and uninteresting? What's your knack? You have brought out the best in what I always think of as a rainy, wet and blustery place - beautiful, for sure, but kind of damped out.
2 December 2010 at 10:57
Joanna St. James said…
wow really lovely pictures, I hope you had a lot of fun. I am so tempted to hop on a plane and visit
2 December 2010 at 14:46
snailbeachshepherdess said…
YOU GOT THERE!!!!! WONDERFUL!!! Now I dare you to go back in the middle of June!
J
3 December 2010 at 13:26
Reading Tea Leaves said…
Wonderful! Read all your posts - what a great trip.

Jeanne
x
6 December 2010 at 05:52
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