Around The Head

My old friend Ronan has come over for a few weeks, and his partner Roz. Wonderful tpo see them both. Though we hadn't much time (had to get back to mum) our meeting evolved into a drive to Bray and a walk around the Head (maybe 2/3 of the way, parallel to the train tracks snaking below us) then back to that seaside town we lived in for a longish stretch in the 1980s. Beautiful sickle moon caught up in pinkish wintery clouds, the broad stretch of sea calm, rippling like silk. But the best shot was probably this, a last glimpse of the tracks in the last light, sweeping round the bend into a nicely mysterious Bray: our little meeting & round trip signed off with a flourish.