We took off right after dinner, in a hurry to arrive at our destination before the sun went down. As soon as we parked, we began walking. We could see the outlines of the Mountains of Mourne in the distance. The sand was powdery and fine. The only other people on the beach were a group of teenagers daring each other to get into the freezing water.
I was wearing the wrong shoes: cloth sneakers. My feet quickly got wet, after the tide began coming in. Anna said she was going to visit friends who had a cottage on an island on the other side of the Mountains of Mourne. Wow! If I could find an Airbnb there, I’d go in a heartbeat.
Thank you to Debbie Smyth for hosting #SixWordSaturday on her blog, Travel with Intent.