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They huddle like a family together under isolation. The ancient Currach boats nestled along the shores of Carlingford Lough at Warrenpoint and Omeath. They lie there in silent, impatient slumber.
The wind bites relentlessly at the sea and both faces of this Island , North and South who meet here , look in at us . Waiting to hear again the clash and clatter of oars across this magical Lough.
By: Member of Carlingford Lough Currach Club.
