Reaching for the Line

Late morning and I headed for Wicklow Town with every intention of blipping fishing boats and lobster pots. Surprise, surprise! When I got there I heard the excited tones of a commentator doing his thing over a distant loudspeaker. After a bit of a search from the hill overlooking the harbour I could see that a swimming race had just started on the northern side of the port. Drove around there in time to see some of the field coming home. Although these competitors were nowhere near the front of the field, they were still striving with every fibre of their being to beat their rivals. The style wasn't pretty but the grit and determination was first class, as you can see.