The sea seemed to shimmer today. Waves like liquid silk rolled gently in to shore. The seaweed floated languidly on the incoming tide, sheltering the otter. The Isle of Man hunched low in the distance, mountains outlined against pale sky. Silver light danced across the bay. I placed an upturned shell on the water, with a tiny pebble for ballast. Watched it carried away on the breeze to the land of Tir-na-Nog. A boat for the fairy folk, in the land beyond the sea.
NB Tir-na-Nog is the place beyond the sea where the tylwyth teg, the fairy folk dwell, in Celtic mythology – Welsh, Irish and Scottish folk-stories refer to this place. If you’ve ever stood and looked out to sea on a sunny day, and seen the island covered with cloud floating there, the one that doesn’t exist – you’ve seen the land of the Tir-na-Nog, the land beyond the sea.