Thomas McCarthy - original text here
The first beach I ever came to in Waterford was The Cunnigar. I asked in the Sue Ryder charity shop for the closest beach and was directed here. It was misty and raining and felt other-wordly. I found a rusty enamel bowl which I still have, on the shelf in the spare room. The second time I came it was sunny and there were black cows grazing the strip of grass alongside the beach.
Today it was sunny and overcast, warm and still with oyster farmers being ferried by tractor to the oyster beds and evidence of their industry washed in all round me.










































