Letter: Light of Liberty
- Last Updated: Tuesday, 18 December 2018 16:10
Our bellies were full of salty lobster as we watched the fiery sun sink into the sea. The ruby sparkled waves gently crested and broke upon the beach. The big blackened pot lay in the warm sand next to the fire and the smoke rose up into the summer air. A seagull flew overhead and out to the breakwater where the harbour light gently blinked to guide those out at sea back into the safe harbour. A friend began a beautiful gaelic song. The ancient words carried on the sweet air and and mixed with the sounds of the waves.