he Forty Foot. A rocky seawater inlet nestled in the coastline at the southern edge of Dublin Bay. Loving adopted by the Dublin natives, the Forty Foot is probably the most popular of all the bathing areas in Dublin and is at the forefront of many a child's summer memory spent jumping from the rocks into the deep water below.
The Dublin coastline is home to many a nook and cranny hosting a favourite Dublin past time, open water bathing and swimming. Hawk Cliff or Vico Baths as it is also known, is one such facility. Overshadowed by the nearby Forty Foot, a Dublin institution that is immortalised in Joyce's Ulysses, the Vico Baths clings to the face of Hawk Cliff in amongst the aristocats and highfalutin Dublin upper class of the 'Irish Riviera' that is Dalkey.
This picturesque little fishing harbour is located in Dalkey in Dublin, Ireland and looks out towards Dalkey Island and its prominent martello tower. A popular spot with the local photography community, I shared the harbour wall with another two photographers as we watched the sun rising up behind the island and silhouetting the tower on the horizon.
The prominent profile of Ailsa Craig rises out of the Firth of Clyde welcoming the weary traveller back to the coast of Scotland. Sitting 10 miles off the Ayrshire coastline, the volcanic plug rises 330m out of the sea and is home only to large colonies of gannets and puffins. The island has been quarried since the mid-nineteenth century for rare forms of granite particular to the island, the characteristics of which make the ideal material for the production of curling stones.
Through my childhood and into my early adulthood the only transport links between my home in the Scottish Borders and Edinburgh was road and in particular the A7. Many a day of my childhood was spent in the backseat of the twisty road which snaked and twisted its way along the slopes of the various hills following the Gala Water on the valley floor below. Leaving Galashiels, the journey was immediately established on what seemed to be a never ending right hand bend and usually stuck behind the number 95 bus or a slow moving lorry. Following the topography of the hills and valleys, there was limited overtaking opportunities and those that did exist were not for the faint hearted.