Return To The Waters And The Mild
out on the ocean waves, but we took to it like, eh, ducks to water this afternoon.At the helm of Unsinkable III, once again, it’s Captain Adrian Hopkins, as charming a skipper as you ever could hope for, and along
for the ride was our probation officer, delovely and delectable Ms K.Heading north, up along the Cliff Walk coastline, we pass the recently-unearthed Éire sign, and on past
some Irish Rail workers who just happened to be taking a break at that very moment (what are the odds?), past the seals crib (little feckers were hiding today), and on to Bray, and that Brighton Pier-influenced promenade that looks great from pretty much any angle. But especially, it turns out, from the sea.As we swung back towards Greystones, Captain Ado waxed lyrical about the abundance of fish and lobster pots these days, before
promptly getting his propellor entangled in one of the latter.In the end, we had to hold onto the good Captain’s
legs as he submerged his head and hands under the water, to unravel the spaghetti junction holding us back.
Heading home, we swung on past the harbour mouth, to The Cove, to witness the new four-storey La Touche building from afar, and then on to The South Beach, sprinkled with the smarter
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