Flooded Forty Foot

That's the name of Dublin's most famous bathing place. No one swimming here today, though there were droves just around the corner. I had spent a little time watching the sea break against the wall at one of my writing places in Sandycove, waiting for the right kind of wave, such as THIS or THIS.

Earlier still, actually did some writing in my old phrontistery near Seapoint, where I caught THIS MAN through the rainy car window. I thought it would be too blurred, but I kind of like the effect.