I`d been hoping for quite a while to get to Poolbeg lighthouse. Ever since a pal had taken me there last year ~”Dublin`s best kept secret” he`d declared ~ I was determined to go back. And this time, with camera in hand.
May is a wonderful month in Ireland. Or at least it should be. But, instead, mid week,it had all the promise of a bad November. Squally showers of hailstones and rain, wind chill factor courtesy of the polar airflow, and leaden skies reigned supreme over our capital city.
And so, having braved google maps lousy directions, two sets of toll bridges, and landed in every damned terminal of Dublin port, and finally reached my destination,I still had to wait half an hour for the skies to clear and for Poolbeg to reveal herself in all her crimson glory.
Once the sun made an appearance, I fairly skipped along the granite flags of the 17th century sea wall ~a delight in itself~ and on towards the gloriously coloured curvaceous lighthouse.
A photographer will pick my photos apart.I am at the bottom of the learning curve;the only way is up. There are lots of more exciting views of this gorgeous scene in all of flickr and google images which I would urge you to visit, as I will myself to learn more about angle, composition and the myriad of mysteries in making images.
Naturally, Poolbeg draws a lot of the photography world. And other sorts too.
While I was there, very many runners passed, while fishermen waited patiently by their fishing rods, and boat spotters scanned the horizons for passenger liners, trawlers and ferries.
One of the delights of Poolbeg is that it is situated beyond a decaying insdustrial sprawl that is Ringsend. The two chimneys poking through the brooding sky are from a derelict electricity generating station. It glories under the name of Pigeon House. Though from close quarters they seem in quite a distressed state, from the distance, the twin chimneys are a striking feature of the Dublin Bay skyline.
Known and loved by most Dubliners, its hard to believe there isn`t a preservation order on them. They are among the tallest structures in the city and indeed, in Ireland itself and their juxtaposition amid water, ship and horizon makes them all the more appealing.
And so ended my little jaunt. Ringsend and Poolbeg are ventures into the wilder side of nature in the capital. They are a welcome breather from the belching monsters of traffic and throngs as they rush hither and thither about their daily affairs.
No signposts lead to them, the chimneys being signposts in themselves, towering above all and daring one to find them.
Catch them if you can. The journey`s worth it.