Clear Blue Waters – #2023picoftheweek

Posted on July 29, 2023 by Gloria

This post is for Maria Antonia’s Weekly Photo Challenge #2023picoftheweek.

Here’s how it goes 》Post a photo relating to the word(s) in one of the boxes below. Then link it to Maria’s blog.

Check her out here 》 Maria Antonia if you’d like to join in for the fun!

I’ve chosen Clear Blue for today’s #picoftheweek2023

This photo was taken on the idyllic island, Inishbofin, off the West coast of Galway. I have some beautiful photos from our few days here on the Island and some things I’d like to say about the island itself. That’ll be a separate blog post I think!

The Philanthropist #99WordStories

Posted on August 4, 2022 by Gloria

99-word stories for Charli Mills at Carrot Ranch; August 1, 2022, prompt: Write a story that features someplace remote in 99 words (no more, no less). It can be a wild sort of terrain or the distance between people. What is the impact of a remote place? Go where the prompt leads!

Dressed as an old peddler woman, I scrutinise everyone that gets off the small passenger ferry. No strangers today; only a few locals returning from work on the mainland. No city folk looking to escape from civilisation. And no uniforms looking for me.

I stroll along the shore, watching two puffins floating lazily on a crestless wave—in tune with Island life. This is where I belong now. Not in that shit hole prison.
I’m not a killer. I’m a philanthropist.

‘Put me out of my misery,’ he begged as he lay in his sick bed. So I did!

Rescue 116 in 99words

Posted on November 2, 2020 by Gloria

When I read Charli’s 99 word prompt this week, I immediately remembered the tragic events at Blackrock Island in the very early hours of March 14^th 2017.

Life savers on any body of water. It can be a formal Coast Guard, historical or contemporary. It could be an individual who unexpectedly takes on the role.

Rescue 116

Irish Coast Guard helicopter

Called into the night

Black ocean swells

Rocky terrain in sight

Find Blacksod Bay

Refuel at the lighthouse

Where the keeper awaits

No mayday distress

Black box tells

Of that early misty morn

Winchman yelled ‘come right’