Pigeonhouse Road

Swung out to the Poolbeg Peninsular again to catch the last of the light, not that I made it. Took my usual diversion past the big container parks, into the Hammond Lane/scrap metal dock, where I saw three ships heading into port, which reminded me of Philip Larkin's early poem (though it's about three ships sailing out of port), which begins:

I saw three ships go sailing by,
Over the sea, the lifting sea,
And the wind rose in the morning sky,
And one was rigged for a long journey.

(rest of the poem HERE)