We are on a visit to family in Wicklow where my brother is married to a beautiful Irish Princess named Kerensa. She took me down today to the Kilcoole Marshes, where at present a colony of nesting Little Terns are being carefully protected. These beautiful and far travelled birds are a joy to see, as they ceased nesting in our village some years ago due to predation by mink. Very dainty and like tiny arrows they rose up, their cries mingling with the song of the crashing surf.
Being a little unsure of tidal currents in this new location I was wary of venturing into the surf and, instead, was persuaded by the Irish Princess to enter the water in a river which flows through the reserve, where five swans awaited me. Rain fell softly upon me as I floated downstream towards the sea. The Princess searched for treasure on the shore and her fairy dogs sniffed the magic in the air. Time stood still.