Who Do You Say God Is?

And it’s over for another year! We wave goodbye to CSSM 2017. No tears this time, we’re getting too old for that – by the time you’re a Cruiser and a Liner, you don’t hold your mum’s hand on the way in and you don’t cry on the way out but that does not mean we didn’t have a fabulous time as always.

It may be a kid’s mission but I never come away from this fortnight empty handed.

Beach work

‘Sand is made from all those little pebbles and stones and shells being ground down by the sea over a really long time. Eventually, this will all be sand.’

And with that said, I came to the limits of my geological knowledge.

Wild Worship

Apparently the beach was ruined, no longer deserving of its Blue Flag status. The west coast of Ireland is dented with myriads of beautiful beaches and this particular one lies at the foot of Croagh Patrick in Co Mayo. A storm had thrown tonnes of stones, rocks and pebbles up into large mounds along the sand, the dunes were steep faced, uprooted fence posts lying around like driftwood, and the white painted lines of a car park buried under all the debris. The wild Atlantic had violently smashed wave after wave onto the land and altered it beyond recognition.