THIS POST is meant to be a supplement to Arran Q Henderson’s post ‘From Sea to Shining Sea: a picture walk on Howth Head’ on the ‘Arran Q Henderson’ blog on 5 March 2013 (arranqhenderson.com). Arran’s ‘Sea to Shining Sea’ post, which I’ve reblogged as my previous post, is meant as ‘part 3’ in my ‘Summer in Dublin’ series. Arran’s camera gave out just as he was approaching the Bailey Lighthouse, and so I thought I’d do the walk and supply the missing pics, which I offer as ‘Summer in Dublin, part 4’.
Going around the peninsula anti-clockwise, Arran started off his walk near St Fintan’s church. I however came by way of train (the DART service) and so started my journey back in the village of Howth and walked (westwards) about 2 or 3 kilometres before I got to where Arran started.
The following few photos are pictures I took on the journey between the railway station and St Fintan’s, which ought to give you a sense of the kind of neighbourhood we’re dealing with here
OK, so shortly after this we come to Church Road; there’s a Methodist church on the corner where you turn down into Church Road (too dull-looking to photo), at the end of which is St Fintan’s whereat you turn left and head over towards the Sutton Dingy Sailing Club. From here on, until we get to the Bailey Lighthouse, let Arran be your main guide (see my previous post, which is a reblog of Arran’s post), however, here are a few pics I took walking along that same stretch of coastline
Actually, I didn’t enjoy the section after the Bailey Lighthouse as much as the section essayed in Arran’s post. Perhaps it was because having read and re-read Arran’s post a number of times I felt like I was ‘in the know’ and I was enjoying identifying the places and features he’d photographed and written about, or perhaps it was because a huge section of the area after the Bailey was gorse-burned by gobshites, which still smouldering really stank like blazes, or maybe it was because I was getting a little tired—the walk was a good bit more than I’d bargained for (you need to have proper walking boots for this walk, I did not and the stony conditions underfoot were beginning to tell)—but, in fact, I think it’s because the walk itself is simply not as interesting: unless, of course, you like wild rocky empty wilderness type walking, but, coming from the west end of west Cork as I do, that for me is a busman’s holiday, and I much prefer peeping into the coiffured strongholds of the seriously well-to-do (and Howth is a sanctuary for such exotics). Nevertheless, these be the pics wot I took in the post-Bailey stretch of the walk . . .
I was planning in having a good nose around the town of Howth too, which looks lovely, but by the time I got there I was fairly knackered and the thunderstorm clouds brought on by this wonderfully warm summer weather were gathering (I was back in Dalkey by the time the storm broke yesterday evening—with fabulous lightening flashes and thunder-rolls—eating supper and watching the second part of a really good documentary on Woody Allen on the BBC). So all I did was walk across the harbour area (not going up into the town center), and here be the snaps I snapped as I went my weary way. . .