We were at Sandycove on the 15th, the day before Bloomsday. There was plenty of action at the Martello Tower. And at 40 Foot, which had nothing to do with the day. Interesting that there are life-guards at the beach, with a red flag and a notice to say that there might be bacteria in the water after the heavy rains (a nice way of not mentioning sewage overflow, I gather), but everyone at 40 Foot is happily jumping in and swimming - it's more open but I imagine that said bacteria can move in the water.
I always love the view of the tower from the end of the road, looking back up towards it. The afternoon started grey and menacing, but brightened up nicely. I should have stayed longer to paint the water. Somehow I got absorbed by the rocks instead. So many colours. And yes, the little blob with a hat and a diagonal bag strap is Pat. He had found a great spot. But I was wearing my Bloomsday skirt and jacket, so I could barely manage the steps to the first floor of the James Joyce Tower and definitely wasn't going to chance my luck on the rocks.
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