Dublin Drabbles: Bray to Greystones Cliffwalk

As we boarded the DART back to Connolly Station, drops pelted against the window. We outran the rain. Then, the train passed through Cliff Manor and Bray’s Head, the waves crashing below us, as if to show what we had accomplished that afternoon. 

When Stephanie came to visit for the week, we decided to explore the coast of Wicklow for her last day. It felt gratifying that a scenic train ride only costed €2.30 on our LEAP card. Right after class I dashed to meet her and take the taxi to Connolly station. To our surprise there was a train to Bray departing 15 minutes earlier than we originally planned. 

Stephanie pointed out that the green on the seats and interiors matched the vast plains that blew past us. 

“Do they do that on purpose?” she asked.

“Well, green is kind of the color here,” I shrugged. 

As we neared Blackrock the fields and cushy seaside houses slowly transitioned into shiny boats and rocky shores. Right outside the window, the Irish Sea seemed to stretch into infinity.

Alighting the train we walked towards Bray’s Head, where we were greeted by a rocky beach. With the piercing cool air and sound of seagulls the shore felt reminiscent of those in New England. Without skipping a beat we picked up and admired various pebbles before we felt a small drizzle hit us. We realized it was time to start our walk. 

It felt surreal that we were right on the edge of east Ireland. Thirty minutes in, it was just us, the waves, and the robins chirping in the bushes. Occasionally we watched the DART come out of the tunnel at Cliff Manor and disappear again into Bray’s Head. 

The path started to narrow and we knew that we were between the water and the rest of the world. It would continue to wind around Cliff Manor, with a few steep elevations and dips. We felt lucky that the sun lit the way as we hiked the rest of the cliff. 

“There was only rain in Malahide,” a friend who traveled north of the coast would later say. 

The cliff gradually lowered into the tall, dry grass of Wicklow. Greystones, the next town over, was right ahead but the fields seemed to expand the farther we walked. Nonetheless it was interesting to see the stark contrast between the sea right and a giant stretch of grass. Somehow, this made sense only in Ireland. 

Two hours and seven kilometers later, we reached Greystones. Small boats lined the docks and the rocky path became polished cement tiles. We treated ourselves to pasta afterwards, and rain finally came like a finishing touch. The DART station was a minute walk away, the train back to Dublin arriving in no time. 

Our excursion was short but rewarding as we made it back before sundown. One thing I’ve always liked is the many public transport options to travel across counties, and be immersed in a different world within an hour outside the city. If you ever want to reconnect with nature, know that it’s a €3 train ride away.

Nat Mak, Staff Writer

Nat Mak is a junior from Hong Kong studying Media Science at the College of Communication. They are currently based in Dublin and writing for The COMmunicator as a Terrier Abroad Blogger. Passionate in media and visual art, they have gained experience in a wide array of channels, such as college radio, print and digital publication, and advertising. Outside of BU, they enjoy drawing, watching movies, knitting, and making music.

Audrey Ritchie, Senior Editor

Audrey Ritchie is a second-semester graduate student earning her Master of Science in public relations at BU. Ritchie graduated from The University of Texas at Austin with a B.S. in public relations and a minor in business in 2021. A life-long writer, she is excited to join the COMmunicator this semester.  In her free time, she loves reading, exploring Boston, and playing with her dog, Bear.

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