in an aeroplane over the sea
Found in the digital equivalent of an old drawer:
Our vantage point from the kitchen windowsill was perfect, but we decided to walk down to Salthill promenade to capture the atmosphere of the day anyway. The planes tearing through the sky were "louder than a noise-making machine". We played crazy golf on the poorly maintained course at Leisureland. Dogs panted in the hot sun, and an ambulance shuttled away drunks with sunstroke. Crowds applauded as the planes zoomed by and the trailing smoke drew pictures across the sky.
Salthill on a busy day recalls the atmosphere of an Ireland gone by, that you only now get to see in salvaged Super8 footage and Seán Hinde postcards, of two weeks in seaside towns like Tramore and Westport, before we were all spolied by ski trips and second holidays and bastard Ryanair flights to Europe for less than the price of a stick of rock.
