To my grandfather and father, with joyful memories of brisk cliff walks at sunset, chilly beach picnics in spitting rain, dashes and splashes through chill, salty waves, and the endless, exuberant thrills of sliding down giant sand dunes behind the beach (strand) at Portstewart, Northern Ireland.
The giant sun reflected on the water Orange on black Sand dunes shadow on deeper shadow Waves pulse upon the shore To the rhythm of some universal heart A solitary figure far down the beach The old man smokes his pipe Anchored by the chain of his footprints in the wet sand.
Find out more about the two mile beach and sand dunes of Portstewart Strand, and see lovely photographs, at the Northern Ireland National Trust.
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