Bay & Bow
The cold wet mist blows steadily over the headland from a restless ocean. Waves crash upon the rough scraggly rocks in a display of power, throwing themselves high into the air in a spray of temper.
The clouds hang so low and thick that the sun coming over our shoulder fleetingly breaks through to miraculously present us with a rainbow. Home to the fabled pot of gold it spreads across the sky in shinning light turning the turbulent waters and rocky cliffs beautiful before our eyes.