A Thursday evening in summertime. It had been raining during the day, but as the sun started sinking, the rain started lifting.
Sandymount Strand was at low tide. The dry sand stretch closest to the promenade –uncovered by sea water even at high tide – was damp from the rain that had fallen earlier that day. The dampness had solidified the strand, turning it into a boundless bicycle track.
The small sand ridges left behind by the receding tide caused vibrations through the bicycle’s frame. As we were riding towards sea, with Poolbeg’s Chimneys on our left, the sun’s rays tranquilly reflected in the mirror like puddles. Our wheels were the only thing disturbing them.
