Discovering Ireland’s Rugged Side

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We take a moment to revere the view overlooking the Irish Sea and Greystones in the distance.

Discovering Ireland’s Rugged Side

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Having never before travelled to Ireland we wanted to experience something unique. We wanted the opportunity to take a leap of faith, to live on the edge.

Ez and I didn’t know exactly how to achieve these goals but were desirous of seeing nature in all its pristine beauty. In passing conversation we were told of a quaint, idyllic town, fringing the Irish Sea called Greystones (Na Clocha Liatha).

Without a second thought we hopped on a train from Dublin bound for a seaside town we had never before heard of.

The train into Greystones filled us with anticipation. You could sense, by the journey’s stunning seaside views, our instinctive decision would turn out to be the correct one.

Greystones, somewhat anticlimactically and predictably named after a stretch of grey stones, met us with a stiff breeze typical of many UK seaside towns. It howled and groaned, epitomizing nature at its most rugged.

Forceful and battle hardened, the breeze took on many tough-love characteristics of a lesser populated, middle class Irish town. It made its presence felt but wasn’t abrasive in doing so.

The sun, blanketed by overcast conditions, made a few cameo appearances as we made the short walk into town. Confronted by the sort of hunger that cannot be ignored, we decided to make a pit stop at Café Grey, a quintessentially small-town establishment brimming with the sort of ambience ideal for a refuelling.

Happy we're finally about to eat, Ez prepares for lunch at Cafe Grey.

Happy we’re finally about to eat, Ez prepares for lunch at Cafe Grey.

Although busy, the staff was friendly and welcoming. The fresh, taste-bud stimulating turkey club and beef pastrami sandwiches, were the highlight of our short stop. Maybe we enjoyed lunch so much due to the severity of our hunger, but the overall experience left us with an enjoyable lingering taste, almost as memorable as the food itself.

Walking the only high street of Greystones, where to this day lives famous American author J P Donleavy, I was struck by a heightened sense of awareness, a nip of fulfillment. Maybe, I thought, Donleavy enjoyed the same meal at very same Café Grey table. Probably not, though, as the renowned writer is known to carry out his days like that of a reclusive pauper. Writer of timeless classic, The Ginger Man, Donleavy resides in his Irish-born mother’s home.

I feel inspired and motivated whenever exploring a place known to house famous writers. The feeling is all encompassing, bringing to light any dormant creative juices. It is accompanied by an indescribable natural high, an acute sense of enlightenment. Or was that the copious amount of wine gums I devoured while entrenched in this state of reverie?

In retrospect, and due to the fleeting nature of this “enlightenment”, I’m under the impression the wine gums had the biggest role to play.

Regardless, it was on with our Greystones gallivant.

Sticking out like sore thumbs and haplessly wandering the high street, we fortuitously stumbled upon a “Bray Cliffside Walk” sign. The wind’s ferocity had strengthened but there was light at the end of the tunnel and in the sky, the overhead clouds parting like the Red Sea.

The Cliff Walk

We made yet another pit stop to muster the strength for our long walk ahead, this time opting for a cliché Guinness and cider at The Beach House, a local tavern that is complemented by a seaside view.

Our stop at the Beach House included a pint of Guinness and cider, just the refuelling needed for a long walk.

Our stop at the Beach House included a pint of Guinness and cider, just the refuelling needed for a long walk.


A picture tells a thousand words.

A picture tells a thousand words.


The cider is in the eye of the beholder.

The cider is in the eye of the beholder.

Greystones, I found out while sipping on a full-bodied Guinness, has a population of 17,000 and was named, at China’s LivCom awards in 2008, as the world’s most livable community. It turned out to be a rewarding pit stop on a number of fronts.

Now completely unimpeded, the sun stretched its legs and showered us with a measure of warmth as we embarked on a nature hike deserving of all the locals’ praise.

Flowers, fauna and fresh greenery dominated the scene while the Irish Sea’s great open expanse enveloped the horizon. We were sandwiched by nature in all its forms. Sky, land and sea coalesced to form a canvas artists would salivate over recreating.

Surrounded by lush vegetation, we head toward Bray.

Surrounded by lush vegetation, we head toward Bray.

The walk, suitable for families with children approaching their teenage years, isn’t too physically demanding. We ascended about 130 metres on route to Bray, which lies seven kilometres away. We were told it shouldn’t take more than two hours, even at the most leisurely of paces.

Along the way you’ll be graced with panoramic views of the Irish Sea. Numerous bird species circle the skies above the frigid water, keeping a beady eye out for their next unsuspecting prey. Bees in abundance clung to innumerable sunflowers as cattle roamed freely beyond the remaining medieval stone walls.


We take a moment to revere the view overlooking the Irish Sea and Greystones in the distance.

We take a moment to revere the view overlooking the Irish Sea and Greystones in the distance.

As we snaked our way along the escarpment trains darted out of tunnels below, like a newborn seeing light for the first time. But unlike a newborn, these trains know where they’re going, their noses spearing ahead with direction and intent.


The train goes into one of many tunnels on its way to Greystones.

The air became noticeably cooler as the sun, preparing to retire for the day, dipped gradually along the horizon. The stiff breeze, now all the more harsh and unforgiving, seemed like it was warning us not to overstay our welcome.

Surely, Bray wasn’t too far away.

For the first time, after navigating yet another cliff contour, we could spot a town in the distance way below. I tried to place myself in an explorer’s shoes. Impossible to reenact what it must have felt like to discover places anew, I took great solace realizing it wasn’t long before a triumphant brew.

Our first sight of Bray, we have mixed emotions as our cliff walk comes to a close.


From Greystones to Bray we connected with nature in a symbiotic way, discovering the raw seaside charm of Ireland on a blustery spring day.

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