A Moment on Clare Island.

"I cast my mind back in time to the springtime, the end of April\Early May of 2025 and I was again lucky enough to visit Clare Island, an Island that has a certain sense of gentle charm about it, for it is an Island as well that The Saw Doctors also sang about, and it is an island that is located within Clew Bay, beyond Clare Island of course is nothing but the Atlantic until America/Canada, and yet this time when I visited Clare Island, the weather was a little bit meh, grey, overcast and raining, and yet just spending the day on Clare Island, what happened? Well the weather gently turned, the grey disappeared and the sunshine came out, and this poem is all about being on Clare Island, and being within the moment and looking at the weather changing, with the sounds of waves caressing the shoreline and wildlife and the symphonic sound of that, a certain something magical that is still ingrained in my mind up until now."

I saw art, across Clew Bay.

"It was at the end of April that I was visiting Ireland, staying in Westport, a place that I have been to before, that always has a little something else about it. Either way from memory it was the first evening that I was there, and a visit to the aptly named Quays Pub, at Westport Quays was on the cards, the gentle lapping of The Atlantic Ocean against the wall of yes, the beer garden and what was in front of me, a truly spectacular sunset that over the period of about half an hour changed as the sun set, and created art across Clew Bay, and this is a poem that I wrote down and have kept in my notes app, but never had the chance to write, until now."