Bhí samhradh álainn ann.

It was a beautiful summer.

Ar an gCladach Mhothair, bhí ardscola clúiteach ag dul ar thuras scoile.

On the Cladach Mhothair, there was a renowned secondary school going on a school trip.

Is iad Nuala agus Cillian, daltaí san ardscoil, a bhí ann.

The students were Nuala and Cillian, who attended the secondary school.

Bhí sé ar a ndícheall acu an radharc álainn den aillte agus den fharraige mhór a fheiceáil.

They were eager to see the beautiful view of the cliffs and the vast sea.

Bhí grimhlas faoileán ag eitilt os cionn na n-aillte, agus bhí fuaim na dtonn ag cur ceoil nádúrtha sa chúlra.

A flock of seagulls was flying over the cliffs, and the sound of the waves was creating natural music in the background.

Bhí Nuala ina dalta ciúin, macnasach.

Nuala was a quiet, artistic student.

Bhí a croí lán d'fhonn ealaíne.

Her heart was full of artistic desire.

Theastaigh uaithi an radharc álainn a ghabháil ina leabhar sceitseála.

She wanted to capture the beautiful scene in her sketchbook.

Ba í a sifíneachtaí don scoláireacht ealaíne.

It was her aspirations for the art scholarship.

Ach bhí fadhb amháin ann.

But there was one problem.

Bhí iomaitheoirí agat.

She had competitors.

B'ea Cillian é, dalta atá lán d'fhuinneamh agus d'ainbhiseach.

Cillian was one, a student full of energy and mischief.

Bhíodh sé á shástiú go minic le hisleanthas.

He often amused himself with pranks.

Agus í ar an bportach, bhraith Nuala go raibh gá aici lena haonaracht.

While on the turf, Nuala felt she needed solitude.

Rinne sí cinneadh go gcaithfeadh sí fleadh in áit chiúin, i bhfad ón slua.

She decided that she should indulge in a quiet place, far from the crowd.

Rinne sí iarracht seiceál ar eagla nach raibh líon na ndaltaí ag faire uirthi agus shiúil sí go cúramach.

She made an effort to check to ensure no students were watching her, and she walked carefully.

Ní raibh sí mór do mhacnaseacht sa ghriain nuair a tháinig Cillian.

She wasn't long in reflecting in the sun when Cillian arrived.

Bhí sé ag déanamh cleasaíochta ar imeall an ailt.

He was performing tricks on the edge of the cliff.

Thiontaigh sé chun fáilte a thabhairt do Nuala go mear dall.

He turned to greet Nuala quickly and blindly.

Go tobann, le gluaiseacht mhíchúramach, bhuail sé an leabhar sceitseála, ag seoladh é síos chun an aigéin.

Suddenly, with a careless movement, he knocked the sketchbook, sending it down to the ocean.

Lúb cúrsaí Nuala inti féin.

A wave of emotions surged within Nuala.

Ach, nach mbeadh cabhair ó Cillian?

But wouldn't Cillian help?

Thiontaigh a shúile lán iontais air.

Her eyes turned on him, full of surprise.

Cé a bhí ag súil leis?

Who was expecting this?

Shroich Cillian síos go cróga an aill agus rinne sé iarracht an leabhar a ligean.

Cillian bravely reached down the cliff and attempted to retrieve the book.

Bhí sé diongbháilte, agus ar deireadh, tugadh an leabhar ar ais.

He was determined, and finally, the book was returned.

Ansin, tháinig smaoineamh nua.

Then, a new idea emerged.

Dar le Nuala, "Cad a dheánfaimis le chéile?

According to Nuala, "What should we do together?"

" Aontaithe a bhí Cillian.

Cillian agreed.

Chruthaigh siad ealaín nua le chéile, ní amháin ag tarraingt, ach ag foghlaim scéal an eachtra a roinnt.

They created new art together, not just drawing, but learning to share the story of the adventure.

D'fhoghlaim Nuala dul in oiriúint i bhfad níos mó, agus fuair Cillian meas ar áilleacht na healaíne agus na ciúine.

Nuala learned to adapt much more, and Cillian gained an appreciation for the beauty of art and quietness.

Ar na hAillte Mhothair, aoi gan choinne, thosaigh cairdeas nua, lán ealaíne agus eachtraí.

On the Aillte Mhothair, an unexpected guest, a new friendship began, full of art and adventures.

Sin é an rud a rinne samhradh níos taitneamhaí agus iomlán.

This made the summer more enjoyable and complete.