I love the sea it in its many incarnations: from tumultuous, atmospheric, wildness when giant waves somersault against the rocks spouting spray in their wake, to serene scenes when the waves are white lace-edged and lap as softly as gently falling snow against the shoreline.
But when it comes to walking by the sea I tend to tread certain familiar routes so I was glad of a nudge, to change my habit-laden ways, from virtual friend and fellow blogger Team Gloria who mentioned she had a yen, because her biological father lived there in the 1950’s, to see some pictures of Howth. So, off I went the Sunday before last to the fishing and yatching village which is at the northern limit of Dublin Bay.
I don’t know Howth well, I doubt that I have visited it more than half a dozen times so its history, geography and topography are a bit of a mystery to me. However it does strike me that it has three distinct parts: the residential hill, the bustling commercial harbour and the thriving village with its winding streets.
I had never walked the cliff path skirting Howth Head before so that seemed like a good thing to do when I arrived. And very rewarding said walk was. The views across the bay are spectacular – despite it being a grey day, I could see the distant misty Wicklow mountains. Other parts of the cliff walk weren’t so picturesque as sections looked like an ideal setting for a post-apocalypse dystopian movie – obviously due to the gorse fires which raged on Howth Head this summer. But there were lots of compensatory mounds of pretty heathers.
Walk over, I headed to the village in search of a late lunch, there are a plethora of restaurants and cafes in Howth and not knowing which might be best I picked the tapas bar at Ivan’s as it looked interesting being set at the back of a shop and adjacent to the main restaurant. It wasn’t absolute culinary magnificence but I had a decent enough tapas-sized plate of fish and chips followed by crème brûlée
After lunch I spent some time exploring the harbour, it’s very much a working harbour evidenced by the large number of seriously kitted out fishing boats moored there.
I walked to the end of the pier to get a closer view of the lighthouse.
On the way back I saw a trawler unload its catch.
There were birds everywhere …
Apologies for any typos I missed, I am tired and need to get some sleep as I am up at four thirty to catch a flight. On that note I won’t be accessing the blog for the next ten days so if you are kind enough to leave a comment it won’t be approved until I return.