It's August, and Lisboa is an oven. We decide to escape to Ireland. To our surprise, the eastern shore near Dublin is not lush and green; there's been a bit of a drought. But it is still cool and breezy, with much lower temperatures than Portugal.
This is especially true on Gormanston Beach, at the mouth of the Delvin River on the Irish Sea. And where parched dunes recently collapsed after heavy rains, the martins nest in their new burrows near the tufts of beach grass.
We grab dinner in the nearby town of Skerries (pop 10,743 in 2022). The town's harbor is stretched along a neck which joins Red Island (no longer really an island); it faces west and offers beautiful views of a muted sunset.
The other side of the neck is South Beach, which faces Shenick Island. We stare out at the Martello Tower (19th century) and listen to the rhythmic wash as the warmth melts from the dull clouds.
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