Behind them
rolled up the ascent of heaven the wheels of
quiet Night: holy Night, mother of the Gods, mother of sleep, tender nurse of all little birds and beasts that dwell in the
field and all tired hearts and weary: mother besides of strange children, affrights, and rapes, and midnight murders bold.
Beaches are beautifully soft and sandy, yet refreshingly
quiet, bordered by
rolling sand dunes and vibrant rice
fields lined by cork trees — perfect for leisurely exploration, especially on horseback.