Some places just ooze shipwrecks. Take the west coast of Ireland, a wreck trap for centuries. Blogger Mary Bermingham’s lyric description (recently posted here) wonderfully captures its shipwreck landscape:
There are high winds and a strange, warm, misty rain like the end of the world. It is shipwreck weather, with two Danish sailors rescued off the coast of Cork in gale force winds and a haul of silver worth 127 million found lately off the coast of Galway. We have been cowering inside by the fire most of the week.
Bermingham, however, does not cower by her fire. She used last week’s inclement weather as an excuse to train her three-year old Connemara cros, a shipwreck breed, if you will. As Bermingham explains:
The quality and athleticism of the Connemara pony originates from Spanish bloodlines. When the Armada was wrecked off the rocky Irish shore in 1588, the white Spanish horses (something like today’s Lipizzaners) swam in and bred with the tough little native ponies.
Bermingham met with some success, but in the end she concluded: “Maybe trying to join up with the whole world collapsing around us in a hurricane was a bit ambitious; I am trying not to take it personally…” I wouldn’t–many thanks for the fantastic post (and good luck with your pony)!