Like a moth to a flame, I got drawn to the beach at first light.
I know … I’ve been singing the ‘mimimi it’s high tide pebbles are hard’ song all week, so let’s get down to business:
There we go. You got your fix. What now?
High tide means I can’t access the stairs of hell from my beach and I have to resort to running up the road.
Truth be told … the road is nothing but spectacular as well, both in elevation and sights.
It was on the top of the hill where I met the fox. It was an old one, older than the usual suspects. Of course I was too slow to take a photo … and so I took a quick one of my beloved Dalkey Island. You can just see it on the left behind the trees:
Enjoy your day!