“Grey morning dulled the bay. Banks of clouds, Howth just one more bank, rolled to sea, where other Howths grumbled to greet them. Swollen spumeless tide. Heads that bobbed like floating gulls and gulls that floating bobbed like heads. Two… — Jamie O'Neill Copy Share Image
“And in that vast emptiness, two heads bobbed above the surface without a sound, just one hundred feet from them.” — Michael Parker Copy Share Image
