Bay & Bow
The cold wet mist blows steadily in over the headland from a restless irritated ocean. Waves crash upon the rough scraggly rocks in a burst of foam and froth, throw themselves high into the air in a spray of temper and then rushing back out to repeat the action again and again.
The clouds hang so low and thick that the sun coming over our shoulder fleetingly breaks through to miraculously present us with the arch colourful splendor of an iridescent rainbow. Home to the fabled pot of gold it spreads across the sky in shinning refracted light turning the turbulent waters and rocky cliffs beautiful before our eyes.