Barley Cove, Co. CorkI lost my wedding ring at Barley Cove. Went swimming on a family trip, didn't feel it slip off my finger, and only noticed when I walked back up the sand. Gone. Somewhere in the Atlantic, tumbled smooth by the tide or buried under a few feet of shell and grit. A small, ridiculous offering to the sea. So when I flew over the same beach a couple of years later, there was a bittersweet quality to seeing it from above. That water looks impossibly clear