Not where we stayed last night but today's starting point - The Grand Hotel at Malahide.
A short jog through the village brought us to the beach and a chance to practice running in formation. Flying ducks do this, so it must work.
This is called geriatric static. The unfortunate situation, understood only by older men, where you don't attract the girl but you do have some success in attracting their hair.
Portmarnock Beach, with Howth ahead - simply beautiful.
We ran around Howth on a great coastal path. I'd never been along this route before but will definitely be back soon. This is Bailey lighthouse.
Howth Head. The place where Molly Bloom famously said '
yes' in Ulysses.
Our main concern was staying upright and trying to avoid falling off the cliffs when contemplating Joyce's text.
Balscadden House where WB Yeats lived. Also visited by Bing Crosby and Phil Lynott. Thankfully not at the same time; it's hard to picture those two performing together after a few drinks.
The finish point for today at Howth village. I'm off now on a short detour to America before our final arrival in Dublin on 26th May.
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