The Final Day.

8pm

8pm

We are leaving.

Leaving this view.

Leaving this most magical place.

We move with the tides,

taking these memories with us, tucked away in our hearts.

Moving on.

Thank you for sharing this place with us.

Love Ciara xxx

5.50pm
Upon arriving home.

7.30am
The day beckons.

5.45pm
Slipping gently towards warmer days.

5.40pm
The days lengthen,
the birds return.

11.55am
Snow has arrived on the distant hills.

3.30pm
No photoshop, just some mid winter, mid afternoon sun on the reeds.
The last day of the turning year.

9am
Winter Solstice.
The mountains steaming in the bitter air.

8.40am
Clouds today.

7.45am
The moon in the morning,
the day not quite ready.

4pm
Sunset.
The shortening days.

10.30am
Rain.

4pm
The clouds cling to the mountains today,
streaming out towards heaven.

8.03am
This is how the days begins.

4.45pm
The sun lingers for the longest while.

Gloom, and the clouds roll in.

4.30pm

For days now the air is filled with the rush of their wings, the din of their little voices.

The excitement grows.

4.50pm

The marshland throngs with homesick birds.

4.40pm

4.50pm