Huge incinerator will be a baptism of fire and a waste of our money

You have to grab these golden September evenings, as the sun sets in pink splendour and the harvest moon rises. My husband and I brought the dog to Dublin’s Sandymount Strand the other night, and she rocketed off into the far distance.
I have loved that landscape passionately since I was a child and was sure I could walk to Howth across the sand. There is nowhere like that huge, tidal beach, which reflects the sky differently at every stage of ebb and flow. You find yourself thinking it’s worth living in Ireland, where you can walk out into that wilderness within a spit of the capital.