3 Bathing Belles: Clontarf Baths

"Don't grow up too quickly, lest you forget how much you love the beach." - Michelle Held

A Splosh Tale - Part Two

The splosh hurried over their hill in a convoy of vehicles and in what looked like a scene from keystone cops. They reversed, squeezed, u turned, (nothing illegal of course) changed cars three times and eventually arrived at their destination, in a very large ticketed car park.

By this stage, the temperature had arisen to a "Bombayesque 30c" Ghandi noted, through a foggy haze in her mind and clearly in an altered state (well she had removed her now familiar stripey towel and shed a few kilos).

Cousteau mindful of this sudden transformation in size, pointed to not only a kiosk, a restaurant and o heaven, a floating Mr Whippy!!! "Could this be true are we in paradise?' fantasised Ghandi as she disappeared off to survey the gastronomic options.

Meanwhile Cousteau considered all before her. The water at Clontarf was clear with a sandy bottom and a small sandy beach. At high tide the water spilt over the top of the wooden surrounds in a cleansing fashion. Surrounded by closely moored yachts on three sides and glorious parklands on the other, this pool was delightful. This is a pool for families to enjoy, made clear by the squeals of delight
( that was just Obi-Wan) as children played with every water craft imaginable.

The splosh was in awe, as they took in everything around them. It was truly a page from "Alice in Wonderland" as they marvelled at the spit bridge opening majestically to wave a parade of super boats and yachts through. The big oak trees decorated in extraordinary colour for family parties and picnics. Balloons darting in every direction farting their way to the sky and then descending as psychedelic snow and the piece de resistance, gigantic whippy ice creams the size of mount Everest!!!!

Obi-Wan and Cousteau ambled aimlessly through the magical park, where they spied Ghandi, perched like the 'mad hatter' at a silver service service tea party, resplendent in her usual uniform of stripey towel and cozzies. Clonnies Restaurant was situated smack in the middle of the action, surveying all before it. The view was magnificent, the service excellent and the food unbelievable good value. It appears that despite all the finery at the table there was no designated dress code and all were welcome to partake the ambiance. It was brilliant to be able to relax and absorb the fantastical atmosphere that was Clontarf Baths.

Obi-Wan thought, "What a top morning! What is the name of that bird, singing?"
Cousteau and Ghandi thought, "Really??? she is besotted by birds!!!"

Ghandi thought, "What a top morning! I can't eat anymore!"
Cousteau and Obi-Wan thought, "Really???? Thats not possible."

Cousteau thought, "What a top morning! What a brilliant idea!"
Obi-Wan and Ghandi thought, "Really???? Yeh ok she is a very good LEADER."

An enchanting experience was had by all and so they reluctantly took their leave of wonderland and the blogger smiled inwardly to herself!

Splosh Rating a fantastical ****