Mouth-watering adventures at sea

Damien Enright on his encounters with whales

PAST midnight on the night of last month’s full moon, I was intrigued to see two herons flying across the dark blue sky squawking to one another.

Earlier that day I had heard whales clicking and crooning beneath the boat in which we rode a calm sea in watery sunlight five miles off Galley Head in west Cork. Such is the magic of Ireland.