Enjoying the heatwave in Skerries

Spectacular.

Yesterday, I survived the Irish heat wave. I followed all the advice – wore my sunscreen, wore loose fitting clothes, stayed inside in a darkened cave and prayed, please God make it pass.

From the Irish Times, “temperatures in some parts of the country have reached 30 degrees with largely unbroken sunshine, prompting Met Éireann to extend a yellow heat warning across the State.

It has been exceptionally hot in Shannon and Mullingar where the mercury has climbed above 30, but a temperature record that has stood for almost 150 years is unlikely to be broken, according to forecasters.”

Skerries yesterday.

You can tell the climate doom mongers will be sad that the record will not be broken. If only there was not that record from 150 years ago, when it was hot. Today the taxpayers are punished with a carbon tax making Ireland one of the most expensive countries in Europe to live. Only this way can we make the Sun Gods happy.

I wrote about how the Irish government must hate its voters here at Gript. Unlike the UK we have a massive budget surplus yet still have a housing crisis and poor public transport.

Rain returns next week which again will anger the climate alarmists. In the meantime the 20% of heatwave offer on my substack should still be available here. Thanks to those who became paying subscribers.

I made the most of the day spending a fantastic long morning in the beautiful seaside town of Skerries. I don't think spectacular is putting it too high. I could be wrong but that there are not that many days of a wonderful blue sky, completely cloud free, with just a calm breeze. It really was lovely.

Skerries is one of the places I would encourage any of my British readers to visit if they ever came to Ireland. However in truth you need a car so you must get the ferry.

Anyone who says the weather doesn’t matter are liars, as you could feel the joy seeping off the beaches and coffee shops in Skerries. I am not exaggerating. It has always been a very beautiful village.

It was wonderful to watch all the children out on the beach or the playground. We all enjoyed an ice - cream and I even spotted some parents and children reading books – actual books. My summer recommendations are here. I watched one older boy enjoy the simple challenge of stone skimming. He did pretty well, achieving a high of five skims.

Skerries has a spectacular setting of sail boats, rocks and swimming. I joined my parents for coffee and cake at the lovely Goat on a Boat on the harbour and then watched my brother and his family go for a swim. Then I had a little paddle with John in one of many bays in Skerries.

By the time I was leaving at around 2pm the place was absolutely packed – I could have sold my parking space for a profit. The restaurants no doubt did a roaring trade all day and especially in the evening where many have a view of the harbour and adults can enjoy a late drink.

We are due another lovely day today and then the rain comes. I share some photos below. I left my phone in the car, so some are from previous trips and the rest taken by my daughter on the day.

Above the Garda or police station of Skerries. Clearly prepared to be overrun by rif-raf and thugs. If this is your police station, then it’s a good place to live. From 2022 we visited from England before moving.

The harbour at Skerries, last year.

John and his missing toes, from yesterday.

Crystal clear sea and sky from yesterday. They almost melt together.

This is the view north, I think. Sail boats from the sailing club were out in force.

I hope my readers have a lovely Sunday.