TRACHT is the name of the strand or beach that I have taken you to before, perhaps this the third time and this might be our last visit, unless of course something spectacular occurs that needs telling.
The weather forecast wasn’t promising very much other than fine rain with a warm temperature - but then they do tend to exaggerate one way or another and are rarely accurate; for generalities is their game these meteorologists.
On our journey blue sky was appearing on our lefthand side enough to keep us living in hopes. Whilst directly ahead there were grey clouds some looked ominous and yet they seemed to me not low enough to
weep on us.
All along the route we saw lots of county Galway flags flying high in the wind, on almost every house, though not all. I said to Mrs H
“You know there must be a match on with all of those flags showing and those without are probably blow ins or those who don’t support the GAA”
[I should tell you that ‘blow ins’ is the phrase that is used to describe
people who come from another county or even a different country and that GAA stands for the Gaelic Athletic Association]
Kinavara, another favourite place was busy and the harbour car park was full, so we carried on to Tracht without stopping. I did though notice that the pubs seemed to be busy rather early, it not yet being much more than midday.
Tracht though was virtually empty with only half a dozen cars parked facing the sea and nobody was in swimming because the red flag was flying - a warning to swimmers and yet it was virtually calm - I heard later that there was a particularly virulent type of jelly fish about, although I can say that I saw no sign of any at all.
Mrs H inspecting some gem or other
One of the many piles of seaweed that came in with the tide,
one excellent thing that was fortunately missing from the
beach was plastic debris !
This gentle bouquet caught my eye.
A miniature harbour amongst the rocks.
A line of flowers nicely litters fore shore.
Two other flowers stand chatting amongst their many sisters!
Are they Daisies ?
Yachts also catch my eye too and it has been many a year since I head the slap of water against the hull and the very buoyant sensation of being onboard in a wind driven yacht.
I was correct it was a Championship Hurling match