Killiney - Greystones

Killiney - Greystones

A bad start today.  Invited my friend Mansell along for the first time and he managed to bang into my right knee and walk on my left toe, both before we had left Connolly Station.

A quick stop at the Harbour Bar in Bray sorted things out.  This place was once nominated as the best pub in the world.  My vote would go to one that opens before 12 noon.

Another vote ... one 'Yes' and one 'Undecided'.

Brian unsuccessfully tries to clear the route at Bray Harbour.

Having escaped the swans, it's time for a tea break on Bray prom.

Setting out up the cliff path to Greystones.  One of the best sections so far, well worth a visit.

Not sure why these people were clapping but, at our age, we are happy to lap up any glory on offer.

Meeting with a Lithaunian walker.  Probably a recent arrival in Ireland as she's not holding on to her handbag! 

The new Greystones harbour - bet the old one looked nicer than this.

The hungry monk outside his cafe.

We ended the day with an invitation to visit a local woman in Greystones.  First there was a bit of a problem getting past her jumping dog. 

But Colin managed to calm things down - thanks for the drink Hilda.

Dublin - Killiney

Dublin to Killiney

We're hooked.  All having too much fun to stop at Dublin, so it's onward towards Cork.

On the quays, a strange man, covered in mud, proves too strong for us.











I might have ran all the way from Belfast - but these dogs are not impressed ...

..... they're more interested in the girls on the beach.

Amazing to meet a rival group of coast runners, heading the opposite direction. Check out their Peace Run website.  Next year they are visiting a place where they are urgently needed - it's called Belfast.

Only found out later that the word 'buoy' is Irish for 'arse'.

Tea break at the library in Dun Laoghaire.  Hungry men being welcomed by very friendly Zita, from Hungary.   

Arriving in sophisticated South Dublin, so the graffiti is getting better.

The 40 Foot bathing place, where men went swimming in perfect peace for 250 years. Then women arrived on the scene and the rules had to change .....

...... this was the first new rule.

The Sandycove Tower, where James Joyce briefly lived. Looks like he spent his time there drinking beer and making tea.

On top of the Tower - see Ulysses chapter one.  Did you know that Joyce once tried to open a cinema in Belfast?

The tiny Coliemore Harbour, which was the original main port for Dublin.  Something to do with deep water and tax avoidance.

This is often said to be the best place to live in Ireland.  But houses at Sorrento Terrace are too far from the shops for me.

The train journey home.  After a day of literature and fine architecture, we opted for wine and cheese, instead of the usual tea and crisps.  Thanks to Sheridan's of South Anne St for their sponsorship.