Tá grianghaiscealta na hÉireann oscailte os comhair Chillain agus Shoirse.

The wonder of grianghaiscealta of Éireann lies open before Cillian and Saoirse.

Tá siad ina seasamh ar chladach Chlocha na Mó móra san samhradh gléineach.

They are standing on the shore of the great Cliffs of Moher in the bright summer.

Tá an ghaoth láidir, ag séideadh go milseach ó thaobh an Atlantaigh.

The wind is strong, blowing gently from the Atlantic side.

D’fhéach Cillian síos agus bhraith sé an fonn imníomhach ag éirí na bhroinn.

Cillian looked down and felt the anxious feeling rising in his gut.

Bhí a fhios aige go raibh tábhacht leis an suirbhé le drón seo don tionscadal taighde aeráide, ach bhí eagla air go dlíthiúil os comhair na haille.

He knew that this drone survey was important for the climate research project, but he was legally wary at the edge of the cliff.

“Cillian, tá muid réidh,” a dúirt Saoirse, a bhí lán de spreagadh, ag coimeád a drón ar cófraí.

"Cillian, we're ready," said Saoirse, who was full of enthusiasm, holding her drone by its controls.

Bhí sí an-suaimheas, is léir, agus d’fhéach sí amach ag an duirling mhór le súile lán den spleodar.

She was very calm, evidently, and looked out at the great beach with eyes full of excitement.

Thóg Cillian an cianrialtán ina lámha.

Cillian took the remote control in his hands.

Bhí lámha ag croitheadh beagán, ach dhírigh sé ar an tasc.

His hands were shaking a little, but he focused on the task.

“Seo é.

"Here it is.

Ní mór dúinn a bheith cúramach,” a dúirt sé, ag iarracht soundáil muiníne.

We need to be careful," he said, trying to sound confident.

D’ardaigh an drón sa spéir, ag sciorradh os cionn an tséanta.

The drone rose into the sky, gliding over the cliff.

Bhí sé mealltach faoina sciatháin rubair mar eala ba bheag.

It was as enticing under its rubber wings as a little swan.

“Tá ann cosúil le míorúilt atá ann, nach bhfuil?

"It’s like a miracle, isn’t it?"

” arsa Saoirse agus í ag magadh le Cillian.

said Saoirse, joking with Cillian.

Bhí súile Chillain dírithe ar an scáileán ach níor scor a chroí beagán ina chliabhrach.

Cillian's eyes were fixed on the screen, but his heart didn't stop beating a bit inside his chest.

Chonaic sé an gharbhán mór faoi agus uaireanta d’imigh a aird.

He saw the big rough sea beneath and sometimes his attention would drift.

D’fhéadfaí drón a bheith caillte i soicindí do dhoiligh.

A drone could be lost in a matter of seconds because of distraction.

Bhí Saoirse ag faire air le barr a súla.

Saoirse was watching him carefully.

“Cillian, tá an coiste ag barr.

"Cillian, the committee is on top.

Cuirfidh an ghaoth do drón finnaíbe.

The wind could throw your drone off its path."

”Ag an am sin, scuab gust gaoithe na drón níos faide amach ón radharc.

Just then, a gust of wind swept the drone further out of sight.

Bhí eagla Chillain le breacadh a chroí.

Cillian's fear was pinching his heart.

Bhí sé díreach in am cinneadh a dhéanamh.

It was just in time to make a decision.

“An féidir leat é a thógáil, le do thoil?

"Can you take it, please?"

” a d’iarr Cillian, ag briseadh suas an bród ina smaointe.

asked Cillian, breaking up the pride in his thoughts.

Ghabh Saoirse an cianrialtán uaidh go compordach agus léirigh sí scileanna iontacha.

Saoirse took the remote control from him comfortably and demonstrated remarkable skills.

Thóg sí a drón i dtreonna sábháilte, ag rianú na haille le seasmhacht gan cur isteach.

She maneuvered the drone into safer directions, carefully tracking the cliff’s edge with unwavering precision.

Faoi dheireadh, bhí an suirbhé críochnaithe le rath.

In the end, the survey was successfully completed.

Bhí an Cliffs of Moher fós ina nádúr áille, agus anois bhí na sonraí go léir le haghaidh an taighde aeráide a bailíodh go cruinn.

The Cliffs of Moher were still a natural beauty, and now all the data for the climate research had been collected accurately.

Ag breathnú amach ar an moladh mór, airigh Cillian faoiseamh ollmhór.

Looking out at the magnificent view, Cillian felt immense relief.

Mhothaigh sé buíochas le Saoirse as a cabhair agus a misneach.

He was grateful to Saoirse for her help and courage.

Bhí radharc na radhairc ar an Atlantach níos suntasaí, níor mothaíodh a eagla chomh dian anois.

The view of the Atlantic was more remarkable, his fear didn't feel as intense anymore.

Thuig sé anois an tábhacht a bhí ag obair le chéile agus muinín a bheith aige i gcumas fhoireann.

He understood then the importance of working together and trusting his team's abilities.

“Táimid ag comhoibriú go maith, nach bhfuil?

"We work well together, don't we?"

” a dúirt sé go humhal le Saoirse, a chuir cosaint ar a ghualainn ar a mbealach ar ais ón aill.

he said humbly to Saoirse, who placed a supportive hand on his shoulder as they made their way back from the cliff.

“Cinnte go deimhin, Cillian,” a d'fhreagair sí leis an bhfliúr fáisce.

"Certainly, Cillian," she replied with a reassuring smile.

“Is fearr oscailt agus muinín.

"Openness and trust are best.

Ní mór dúinn muinín a chur lena chéile.

We must have trust in each other."

”Bhí siad ag dreapadh an bhóthair ar ais, an scuab de ghaoith glúine fós á dianú orthu.

They were climbing back up the road, the brushing of the strong breeze still keeping them alert.

Bhí Cliffs of Moher ina scáthchruth siombalaíoch a n-éachta.

The Cliffs of Moher remained a symbolic silhouette of their accomplishment.

Lá iontach ab ea é, de bhrí nár géill siad le bailiú sonraí agus le foghlaim ar fad.

It was a wonderful day because they didn't give up on gathering data and learning altogether.