Posts lag behind reality because the month past was intense, being both stressful and tiring. The pair of us climbed Bray Head on the Monday of the August bank holiday weekend. So Eadaoin thought I was mad in my insistence that we wear proper outdoor gear for the walk. Some little girl, on our way up the trail, laughed and said we looked like Bear Grylls in our getup.
Well, where was that little girl when the rain and clouds rolled in?
The weather was shit; we could barely see our hands in front of our faces at the south peak, let alone enjoy the magnificent views of the Irish Sea and north County Wicklow. But with the gloom and wind and rain came an unexpected silver lining: Eadaoin and I had the top of Bray Head to ourselves despite the bank holiday. There was nary a sinner to be seen, nor sight to be had of anywhere off the hilltop, leading to a magnificent feeling of isolation.