Evening seafront

The end of last night is very, very hazy. It quickly became apparent this morning that forgetfulness had extended to leaving things behind across the road. I didn't fancy disturbing Ed too early, and it was Carl who came up with the idea, since I'd missed the broadcast last night, that I hang on and watch the recording of Homeland. That brought the time to 11:00 or so, but I got no answer to either a text nor a knock on the door across the road. I worked out an alternative plan with Carl for getting my stuff back, and headed home. I'd got as far as Monkstown when Ed phoned, so I turned back and got my jacket and my camera, both safe and sound. (All a bit embarrassing, but a good outcome at least.)

It was a damp and rather miserable morning, so I didn't follow through on my original plan of doing a bit of blipping around Dún Laoghaire harbour, but went straight home and equally straight to bed for a bit more sleep. The rest of the day is a bit of a blur (in fairness, I'm back-blipping this ten days afterwards), but it's obvious from the photos which made their way onto the computer that I ventured out later on and went for a walk along the Clontarf seafront. This was taken from the wooden bridge which links to the Bull Island, looking towards Clontarf at 4:35 pm, with the lights coming on and doing nice reflection things on the water.