



A line of old groyne posts runs out into the sea at Youghal, the nearest ones capped in green weed, the far ones worn down to stubs. I used a long exposure to smooth the incoming water into streaks across the brown sand. The evening was flat and quiet, the sky a soft blue turning to yellow as the sun set. The posts have been here long enough that the sea has taken most of them.
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