Next month will be the time to be in Letterfrack. I’ve been a regular, though somewhat haphazard visitor to the delightful occasion that is Sea Week – given workshops, sung songs, enjoyed meetings with wise and musical people, walked the stunning white beaches and swum in the so-clear-you-could-drink-it sea. One year I stole a perfect recipe for soda bread.
Alas, this year I can’t be there.
One year a poem emerged, all by itself; to celebrate Clare and Leo Hallissey and their creative enthusiasm for the part of the world they live in, here it is:
ON CONAMARA TIDES
Weeds wash with the surf
Slaphappy jumblesale of shell and shale
A curious curlew questions
Why, why are we here?
On this strand where men have died from hunger,
Seaweed straggles the stones in stripes of terracotta, fern-green, peat bog black;
I dip the dulse, rosy-brown, and bite.
This salt salad satisfies
Land hunger, sea hunger, man hunger.
I could live on these rainbows.
Here’s a link to tell you more http://www.ceecc.org/
If you get there, walk on Renvyle beach. I envy you.