Oooops ...SandyCOVE not SandyMOUNT...so did you all buy the train ticket that didn't take you far enough and then wouldn't let you through the turnstile at the other end as well?? My fault, sorry.
And didn't we get a little soaking there, my Gaelic with the help of signs is clearly improving. I'm very taken with listening to the weather forecast that's for sure, what an intriguing language. I walked past a party of Gaelic-speaking schoolchildren en route and the chatter was incredible but we were right about the rain.
So having headed out to SandyCOVE on the Dart train because it said that's were the James Joyce Museum and the mythical Martello tower were, except you then find it's a bit of a trick because there it was on the very far and distant horizon like a mirage. So we took a long but pleasant forced march walk around the sea front to get there and you can all add 16,000 steps to your pedometers for today...but Team Ulysses and supporters, thanks to the Irish Tourist Board, (and I am very grateful, they have been very kind) we have been there at last.
Past the Forty Foot bathing pool...
and on into the tower.
A nice collection of James Joyce memorabilia and a stove to be reckoned with
I nipped up onto the roof just so I could say I'd been on the roof of the Martello tower that features in Ulysses and that involved the narrowest little spiral staircase known to mankind but worth it for the view back across the walk we'd just done...yes, ALL of that..
The stairs made even more impossible with a rucksack so I had to keep unwedging myself and hope no one was thinking of coming up while I was thinking of going down.
A centenary stone to mull over in the park nearby...
And in the end there was nothing for it ..I've been taking hits on your behalf all day.
So if my precious little camera was going to break anywhere I can't think of a nicer, more special place for it to have happened...this its final picture, the very last gasp before it keeled over, the automatic lenses went into a frolic of their own, made some wheezing death rattle noises and refused to play anymore. If it's really gone I shall be sad, RIP my trusty Olympus All-Weather AF Zoom 5.8- 17.4mm 6.0 megapixels, which has mediated between my eye and almost every picture on this blog, we've been friends for a very long time.
I feel as if my right arm's been chopped off.
Good excuse to upgrade...I'm over it.
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