Evening falls on the ruins of Bannow Church , once the heart of a thriving Norman town swallowed slowly by the sea.
The graveyard leans into the wind, the stones worn thin with time, like memories fading.
Just offshore, beneath shifting sands and tides, lie the remains of Bannow’s sunken city, a medieval port silenced by nature or perhaps by something less forgiving.
They say at times , you can still hear the town beneath the waves… or maybe that’s just the wind