There’s thick cloud where the mountain should be, haar where we usually look out to the houses nestled in Church Bay on the Island. For days we’ve been shrouded in this mist, low mizzle hiding our landscape, cloaking her distinctive features. It’s disconcerting, a little oppressive, friends are complaining of tiredness and migraines. We are captive under this blanket, this boundary above us, we’re trapped in the haze waiting for a glimpse of the clear horizon.
Oh, I loved reading about all your beautiful things! Precious! And I can relate very much to the things you prioritise. My in-laws live at the foot of Knocklayde and they were telling us about the strange weather compared to what we were getting down on the Ards Peninsula - so bizarre, but I agree with your sentiments on it being an invitation. Gorgeous observations and photos, Ciara x
Oh, I loved reading about all your beautiful things! Precious! And I can relate very much to the things you prioritise. My in-laws live at the foot of Knocklayde and they were telling us about the strange weather compared to what we were getting down on the Ards Peninsula - so bizarre, but I agree with your sentiments on it being an invitation. Gorgeous observations and photos, Ciara x
Thank you so much Kellie 🧡
This gorgeous post felt like a gift, such beautiful words and images, and the priorities you mention remind me to keep mine simple too!
Love your creative meals, like a salad in a sandwich…and I can tell just by looking your sourdough bread is delish!
That haar wave is just immense. Otherworldly x
Some wonderful images all round — especially your dad’s! ✨