Red Sails In The Sunset

With the shiny new Greystones Sailing Club sitting pretty atop the new marina, it was the final farewell to its original two-storey North Shore home today.

Bulldozers moved in on Monday, May 30th, and there was very little left by the Tuesday.

Having been first established way back in 1968, the Greystones Sailing Club is something of an institution, and this old building a place where lifelong friendships were forged, cunning travel plans were hatched, and at least two babies were conceived.

The members bid farewell back in April, and, as anyone who lives or works near the sea will tell you, time and tide waits for no man. So, not an entirely sad farewell, but a lot of happy memories would have gone down in the rubble today.

None of those happy memories are ours, of course, given that we were never invited into the Greystones Sailing Club – I think it might have had something to do with the forehead crossed-daggers tattoo – but, hey, happy sailing off into the sunset, old dear…

And here’s to a bunch of happy memories up in that kick-ass new clubhouse. Where we will be invited around, no doubt, on a regular basis.

Once we cover up that crossed-daggers tattoo, of course.