Man Walking On A Wall

Foggy this morning. I had a notion that the park beside the local railway station might be interesting for blipping: the ghosted-out trees, bandstand etc. Then I spotted this guy strolling rapidly along the top of the sea-wall on the other side of the railway tracks. It's a nice, broad wall to go for a walk on, provided you keep an eye on the old, bumpy stone blocks. One crazy night myself and my cousin Dave made our drunken way home from the pub in Dún Laoghaire by walking this same wall in the dark, for most of the three miles to our home in Blackrock. The wall rose to about 15 feet in places, with nothing but slippery rocks to cushion our fall. I still don't know how we made it.