The afternoon tide coming in on a quiet little beach between Seahills and Helen's Bay. Trees behind the camera cast long shadows over pale golden sand, and small waves ripple up Belfast Lough from the sea, carrying seaweed, shells and tumbled stones. The quiet movement of the waves, the cries of seabirds and the song of a nearby robin make the perfect soundtrack.

this is where
the North Sea comes to
yawn and doze

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