Sunday 28th of November. We woke to the uncommon sight of snow glazing the ground in Galway. As the sun burned through the fog, mist rose over Galway Bay while befuddled birds waited it out on jutting rocks. County Clare is hiding in the distance behind a drape of vapor.
There was a nip in the air to be sure this autumnal Sunday morning, but neither that nor the early hour could deter the ten plus people who were in for their daily constitutional swim. The Irish are nothing if not resolute.
I hadn’t planned on going out this particular morning, but the weather was so perfect: crisp and clear and without a breath of wind. I knew the bay must look like glass; a rare event I couldn’t let pass unseen. So I went for a walk. And my work was waiting patiently when I got home.