Hellwick Beach
7th August 2017
Down the steps, a haon, a dó, a trí, spectators sit on high. The weekend crowd on the cove; ladies brave the sea.
Caves of coloured stone silently listen to foreign words mingling with a child’s ancient tongue.
Down the steps, a haon, a dó, a trí, spectators sit on high. The weekend crowd on the cove; ladies brave the sea.
Caves of coloured stone silently listen to foreign words mingling with a child’s ancient tongue.
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