Now, to be very transparent, I didn’t know Glen Hansard. I didn’t know him personally, nor by reputation… but from what I understand, he was rather famous and quite influential in the Irish music scene… and in the international scene. Really, upon reflection, I have no excuse NOT to know about him… but such is life, right?
It was pretty neat getting to see the hearse and horses, though.
One of the many things I do really appreciate about living in Dublin is the sheer walkability of the city.
I mean… say my brain is melted from job applications, or banjo financials, or who knows what else. What do I do? Just step out the door and start walking. Pretty much anywhere I walk will be vaguely pretty; parks, cute row houses, and pretty doors.
I have my frustrations, no doubt, but… there’s some pretty aspects too.
I really needed to get out of the city. I needed a wee day out.
I didn’t quite feel like hunting down a new hike. I didn’t quite feel like renting a car, or dealing with all the tomfoolery that comes with. And I sure didn’t quite feel like stressing or anxiety-ing, or just really any of all that… so instead of overthinking things, I went to Howth.
Now, let’s be clear. Howth isn’t the best hike. It’s not remotely bad, but it’s not world-class or anything. There’s a lot of tourists, it’s not particularly long, and the walk through the town is just kinda bleh.
But you know what?
That’s perfectly fine, because it fit every criteria I needed it to fit.
Specifically: I didn’t have to overthink it, and it made for a perfect wee day out. Just a few hours, but a few hours with the sea air, the salt spray, some good views, and a little bit of solitude once I escaped from the crowds and herds of tourists.