Tag Archive: sherkin island

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Lines

I spotted this challenge on Poppytump’s recent post. If Poppytump is ‘Johnny come lately’ then I am ‘Johnny way past his sell-by date’. Cee’s challenge is ‘Lines’ and although I am sure that the… Continue reading

Thursday Lingering Look At Windows

This is the view through a glass panel in our front door. Strictly speaking, it’s not a window, but as it’s the only one at the kitchen/dining end of the cottage, I’m claiming it… Continue reading

Travel Theme: Green

The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity… and some… Continue reading

A wild horse sleeps

A wild horse sleeps in a green and silent lane, dreaming of wind swept sands and white-capped waves and the thunder, ripped asunder rhythm of hooves drumming on the shore. Medusa’s glance has… Continue reading

After the rain

Take a stroll with me down the lane to Trá Crua. It’s not usually this soggy but Sherkin Island has had more than its fair share of rain in recent months. According to… Continue reading

Travel theme: Walls

Ailsa’s Weekly Travel Theme is ‘Walls’. Sherkin Island’s dry stone walls have stood the test of time and grow more beautiful by the day. See Ailsa’s walls here: http://wheresmybackpack.com/2013/01/25/travel-theme-walls/ For further information on the… Continue reading

Weekly Photo Challenge: Illumination

The last rays of the sun at Cow Strand, Sherkin Island, Co. Cork

The remains of the day

As another year comes to a close, I wish you all a very happy New Year ahead. This photo of Cow Strand, Sherkin Island, was taken on the same day as Winter Light but during late… Continue reading

Star of the sea

This really has nothing to do with the sea but it’s a nice notion all the same. I just wanted to share this paper Christmas bauble with you. I made it using pages from an old book. It… Continue reading

The wind from the west

If winter comes, can spring be far behind? A lone onion seed-head still stands in the little island bed, despite Sherkin’s prevailing westerly winds. As our garden lies to the west of the island, with the open Atlantic… Continue reading