When a town shuts up shop

IT’S high tide at Sandycove as I start strolling into the past. A small girl is paddling on the tiny beach, despite the raw October weather. She’s wearing an anorak.
Two middle-aged women emerge from the waves. Rain-clouds are tumbling in over Dublin Bay, yet bathers refuse to accept that summer’s gone. People swim here year-round. Generation passes its towel to generation. Recessions come and go, but Dun Laoghaire people have the sea.