In contrast to last summer, the weather this month has been abysmal - predictable only in being wet. Sun hats gather dust and linen dresses hang forlornly in the wardrobe. The roses in the garden bloom and then turn sad and sodden as a deluge of water descends suddenly out of the sky.
The sky above the valley was leaden grey, but peering out of the upstairs window, I saw sunlight on the horizon, spilling over the edge of the blanket of clouds.
On a sudden whim, we left the valley behind and headed to the coast, for a walk along the disused ancient railway track that runs along the bay.
The lane was lush and green,
with huge ferns, cow parsley
and dog roses on either side of the old track.
The sunlight touched the tops of the trees and parts of the lane were in shade, but the air was fresh with the salty scent of the sea.
Sea birds cries carried on a warm gentle breeze and there was the low drone of Bumble bees as they buzzed amongst the vetch and clover
and the wildflowers that brushed our ankles.
The tide was out
and a tangle of grasses sloped down towards the shore
from where there was a beautiful view of the Mourne Mountains.
At last a glimpse of summer, even if it was only for a short while!
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