A Dublin Epicurean
<p>Yesterday I went for a walk. Mainly to give the people I was with some space from me. I’d entered my uncle and aunt’s ordered life, changing their equilibrium, my arrival that same day like finding a random question mark for them both, I’m sure. Plus, I’ve done bugger-all exercise recently so it would be good to get out. Jacket zipped, audiobook on, I turned into the wind and walked towards the Irish Sea.</p>
<p>There’s something righteous in my mind about walking to the sea. It can be a five-minute stroll or a full day’s hike, but going that way always feels right. I can’t believe I’m the only one who feels this way. The world over and across the ages, boys, and girls, women and men must have thought, “I’ll walk to the sea I will. Which way is it? That way you say. Right then, I’ll be off.” But given our times I carried a magic charm, GoogleMaps of course. I’m no fool of a Took.</p>
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