Where I was born.

This is a picture of Bunmahon from 1906. I found it today at the National Library in Dublin. I lived here in a caravan and also a broken down bus in the center left of photo where road curves  for the first couple of years of my life.  How bohemian chique.

I nearly drowned once crossing a river at spring tide when small at far end by the cliff and learned to surf here with friends sharing one wetsuit a single fin board that floated like a submarine. I learned to summersault from the dunes. I learned to chat up girls on the beach.I first punched someone on that beach, trained as a surf lifesaver and saved someone from drowning on that beach. (The second person I saved was in Perth Australia and he happened to be from a place about 15 kilometres from this beach.) I ate rancheros and listened to Van Halen and Iron Maiden, Anthrax and  Metallica (before they turned shit) on that beach. I read all me best mates 2000ad comics just up the road from this beach. I dreamed of escaping to foreign places while lying in the hot sand and looking up at the sky on this beach.

I ended up moving to a shit hole called Kilmacthomas about 6 k inland but always cycled back or hitched lifts here. Me ma lived for this beach, so did me sisters. It changes all the time. It will change long after I’m ash. It is a good beach.