Precious sunshine unveils Irish paradise
BELOW me, a single white gannet circled, flat winged over the turquoise sea.
Had there been sprat, it could have seen them as clearly as through a window. A seal lolled near the rocks, like a Michelin Man taking a dip. It was a sunny morning, a precious break in the awful weather. I was out on the Seven Heads in the glory of West Cork.
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