Listening to violin music on a radio programme broadcast from the edge of Europe from the most westerly tip of the Dingle peninsula. Sounds from one place to another. Funny how sounds can travel so far. And what stories they tell. And feelings and atmospheres they create Here is somemusic (for ears that are far away and near), for a tranquil and balmy weekend.
Above: a boy making his own music despite (or maybe because of) the ever-changing waves.
"I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship" ~ Louisa May Alcott, Little Women.