An evocative image of deep-wooded creeks, especially when you imagine people bound for America, often forced to leave, looking upon them as their last sight of home.

‘The deep-wooded creeks round Cobh and Kinsale are whitened by yachts and herons, and the green hills above them were often the last sight of Ireland for exiles bound for America.’

Source: Laurie Lee, I Can’t Stay Long (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1977 ((1975)), p. 205

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