Sunsets: Natural Art

Just a wee note to let you know that I’m still around and writing.  I made another successful ferry crossing back from the Emerald Isle although the return trip wasn’t quite as smooth.  There was a considerable amount of that rocking thing going on and I had to take a break from typing a letter to a good friend so I didn’t end up making a call on the big white telephone.

I can’t believe ground school starts in little over four weeks.  It’s a most exciting thought, to know that I’ll be moving ever closer towards a career as an airline pilot.  I’m a little nervous too, it has been a long time since I’ve been in full time studies.

I took some photos a few weeks back that I thought I’d share.  The picture of the robin was perfectly timed, I was walking along the path and it landed on a branch right in front of me.  Another one did that earlier but flew off before I could get my camera ready.

Across the Irish Sea

I’m back in Ireland again!  This time I made the journey on a water craft rather than an aircraft.  Why?  It was cheaper to drive and get the ferry rather than fly and rent.  It went surprisingly well considering I’ve never been responsible for catching a ferry before.  Instead of cruising at an altitude of 24,000 feet and 400 mph we were cruising at an altitude of 0 feet and about 40 mph.

I enjoyed the crossing, I wish I had taken something to read but I still managed to pass the time by eating, talking to the Welsh couple at my table and contemplating while admiring the view.  Even though the view was almost entirely grey there was a simple beauty to it.  Occasionally you’d go past a patch where the cloud was thinner than the rest and the sun would highlight the silvery grey water.

The poor light conditions and the dirty window managed to combine to make this a poor quality image.  It doesn’t do the view justice, believe me.  Upon arrival in Dublin I made my way straight to Galway and managed to go through three, no four, different toll booths.  One to go through the port tunnell (which I didn’t want to do but once I’d taken one wrong turn I was committed), one to go down the M50 and two on the M6.  Grumble.  When I finally made it to Galway, all tolled-out, I wasted no time in getting down to Salthill to watch the sun set across Galway bay.  The show was stunning, I hope I never get bored of sunsets.

At first I thought the black and white one was pointless since the best part of a sunset is the colour but I really like the effect.  I’d like to see how it comes out in print.