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Murlough Bay |
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Murlough Bay is a beautiful beach and nature reserve between
Newcastle and Dundrum in County Down... The area was made
famous by Percy French's song
Celtic
Thunder - The Mountains of Mourne ... |
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It is a beautiful sunny day and the kids have gone to play at
the beach... After putting up their windbreak and setting
out their beach stuff Issie relaxes on the beach towel listening
to her favourite CD while David decides what he wants to do
first... |
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The sun, sea and sand is too much of a temptation... Starla
can't wait to go and paddle in the water... "David will
you come and paddle in the sea with me" she asks. "Last
one in is a.... oooh, I just adore the seaside..." she
calls excitedly as she heads off to the water... |
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They run down to the water's edge... "It looks very cold in
there" he tells her... "You aren't wimping out are you?" |
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Issie appears... "Haven't you gone into the sea yet?" she asks
"I'm going to be the first one in..." and off she goes...
"Look at that Starla." David points at something lying in
the sand... |
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Starla comes over to look at it... "It's a little dead crab...
look at its big pincher..." |
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Starla goes over to get the swing ball bat. She plays with
it for a while until Issie calls her over. |
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"Are you hungry yet Starla?" Issie asks... She has
been busy setting out their picnic on the rug... "David what do
you want to drink?" |
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David has been really busy building sand castles... "Will
you play with the beach ball with me after we have finished
eating?" Starla asks Issie. |
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Starla goes over to look at David's sandcastles... Hmmm she
thinks... David goes back over to play with the sand and
starts filling his bucket again. |
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"Will you come back down to the water with me David? I
want to go and play in the water again." Starla says
looking down at the waves... "Issie is being boring
again." she says. |
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"Uh, okay," David says "let me finish what I am doing here
then I'll follow you down." In the meantime, Issie runs
down to the water's edge calling out as she goes "I'm going to
be in first..." |
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"I love it here." Starla says... "It is just so
beautiful... look at the Mourne mountains... aren't they
amazing?" Issie shouts over to David "Will you please
bring me a towel?" |
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"Thanks David" Issie says shivering as she wraps the towel
around her to warm up. She heads back up the beach towards
their things. |
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But what is this? Someone has been stomping on David's
sandcastles... I wonder who it could have been Issie
wonders to herself. |
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Issie settles herself down on the beach towel while she dries
out... Who is that sneaking away from the squashed
sandcastle? |
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David heads back over drying himself off with his towel...
"Gosh, I am cold... who did that... what has happened to my
sandcastles... who would do that?" |
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"Me..." Starla giggles as she stands on another sand castle
"Just one more to go... this is so much more fun that building
them she squeals..." Squish goes the castle under her
foot. "It is time to go home mum tells them" as she
finishes reading another chapter in her novel. "Will you
help pack everything up please." |
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"Wow, Issie, look over there..." David says tapping her on her
shoulder. "Look at the horses riding towards us on the
beach." Everything is folded and packed away ready to
carry back to the car. Mum starts taking the windbreak
down to roll it up. |
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"Wow, the Mourne mountains really do sweep down to the sea,
don't they?" |
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- "The Mountains of Mourne"
- by Percy French (1896)
- Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight,
- With people all working by day and by night.
- Sure they don't sow potatoes, nor barley, nor
wheat,
- But there's gangs of them digging for gold in
the street.
- At least when I asked them that's what I was
told,
- So I just took a hand at this digging for gold,
- But for all that I found there I might as well
be
- Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the
sea.
- I believe that when writing a wish you expressed
- As to know how the fine ladies in London were
dressed,
- Well if you'll believe me, when asked to a ball,
- They don't wear no top to their dresses at all,
- Oh I've seen them meself and you could not in
truth,
- Say that if they were bound for a ball or a
bath.
- Don't be starting such fashions, now, Mary mo
chroi,
- Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the
sea.
- I've seen England's king from the top of a bus
- And I've never known him, but he means to know
us.
- And tho' by the Saxon we once were oppressed,
- Still I cheered, God forgive me, I cheered with
the rest.
- And now that he's visited Erin's green shore
- We'll be much better friends than we've been
heretofore
- When we've got all we want, we're as quiet as
can be
- Where the mountains of Mourne sweep down to the
sea.
- You remember young Peter O'Loughlin, of course,
- Well, now he is here at the head of the force.
- I met him today, I was crossing the Strand,
- And he stopped the whole street with a wave of
his hand.
- And there we stood talkin' of days that are
gone,
- While the whole population of London looked on.
- But for all these great powers he's wishful like
me,
- To be back where the dark Mourne sweeps down to
the sea.
- There's beautiful girls here, oh never you mind,
- With beautiful shapes nature never designed,
- And lovely complexions all roses and cream,
- But let me remark with regard to the same:
- That if of those roses you venture to sip,
- The colours might all come away on your lip,
- So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waiting
for me
- In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down
to the sea..
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