Carlingford Lough, IrelandPhotographer : Gerard McLoughlin
Copyright 2008
Mystical Carlingford Lough in the shelter of the majestic Mourne Mountains. Looking out to sea, I recall the immortal words of Alfred, Lord Tennyson:
Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
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