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Hidden places. Quiet paths.

Small legends carried by sea‑wind and pine‑shadow.

These short films were recorded while carving

the pieces they belong to —

moments where a story, a landscape, and a

handmade object

found each other in the same breath.

If you step into them,

you’ll see the places that shaped my work:

forests, coves, waterfalls, cliffs,

and the quiet corners of Cork where stories

like to hide.

Hidden Gems of Cork - 
Mullinhassig Wood & Waterfalls

A sunlit forest of falling water and quiet stories —

where a wanderer moves through moss and gentle paths,

toward a place deep in the woods

where something ancient waits in the hush between the trees and the waterfall’s sigh.

Hidden Gems of Cork - 
Warrenscourt Forest

A quiet forest path where dusk gathers softly on old wood —

a place where something waits in the fading light,

where silence remembers more than it says,

and the heart finds a moment of rest beneath the trees.

Hidden Gems of Cork - 
Robert's Cove

A small village, a rising path, and the long breath of the sea.

Up on Robert’s Head, where the wind meets the sea,

there is a quiet place on the hillside —

a spot where something waits,

where the heart can rest for a moment

before the light moves on.

Hidden Gems of Cork - 
Moanbaun Woods

A forest where the wind never arrives with the same voice —

where moss softens every step,

and silence feels like a breath the world forgot to take.

Deep among the trees, on a path few wanderers find,

there is a place where something waits quietly,

a presence that listens,

and lets the heart rest as the forest sighs with you.

Hidden Gems of Cork - 
Graball

A wanderer follows an old legend along the shoreline of Graball —

quiet paths, soft light, and the calm rhythm of the tenger guiding each step.

Up on the rocks, where stories cling to wind and salt,

there is a place where something waits in the stillness,

a presence shaped by tide and memory,

resting where the sea keeps its oldest secrets.

If one of these places speaks to you,

and you feel a story stirring,

I’m waiting in the pines.

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