I’ve got a whole heap of words floating around my pickled tongue but I can’t get them to co-operate with me fingers so I’ll just wing it and see what comes out. I’ve just arrived at Dublin airport on a gloriously Irish day of abundant greyness and inconsiderate rain; it’s cousin the considerate one stayed away these last few days and allowed that shy old fellah the Sun to come out in his birthday suit. He’s been more than welcome but some types would be thinking he’d over-stayed his welcome and deserved the bum’s rush.
The aptly named Sandycove with Dun Laoghaire in the distance.
James Joyce’s Martello tower, Sandycove. A veritable citadel of literary greatness.
The round room mid way up the tower, often referenced in Ulysses and more.
The view from atop the tower looking over the Forty Foot bathing place and onwards to Howth across Dublin Bay.
A panorama shot from the top of the tower.
So named after the 40th foot regiment who were fond of skinny dipping in the chilly waters when they weren’t battering the bejaysus out of the locals in the old days.
Crystal clear but mighty cold water at the Forty Foot. However this is the best time to swim as it has warmed up nicely over the toasty summer.
I grew up in the shadow of these eucalyptus trees on Ballygihen Avenue. There’s a fine bang off them as you walk by.
Beware of false Gods trying to walk on water!
My morning vista down by the Grand Canal Dock. Right next door to Google don’t ya know!
— Portrait of the piss artist as a DART commuter with the new Lansdowne rd way of in the heat haze
–Big sky over Dublin’s river Liffey.
–Pretty sure this was taken in the back of an emerald green rickshaw down Temple Bar way, lovely effect from the shaky cobble stones under wheel.