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The Cities, Walked EarlyNotebook No 131June 2026

The Forty Foot, at the hour the city forgets

Sandycove, Joyce's tower, and a swim that resets the day.

Collected by Deborah. Read her editorial perspective

Our favorite rituals unfold at the Forty Foot, a granite shelf on the southern edge of Dublin Bay. This is not a beach, but a rugged spot where the Irish Sea meets the shore, lying just below the Joyce Tower in Sandycove. For two centuries, locals have begun their day here, embracing the sea's indifference.

We find ourselves going before nine, observing the regulars already in the water. Older men in their togs and goggles, women with woolen hats pulled low, and a handful of teenagers take turns from the higher rocks. There is a quiet understanding among them as they undress on the steps and descend into the cold water.

There is a striking absence of ceremony and convenience here for you: no lifeguard, no flags, no kiosk. The reward is not the swim itself, but the ten minutes afterward, sharing a flask of tea on the rocks while watching the light rise over Howth.

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