Jutting off the edge of the mainland, Howth is a wondrous coastal town a few minutes off Dublin. A working harbour, panoramic-Irish Sea views, drop-by at W.B. Yeats (coastal?) home and an exhilarating and nerve-wrecking Cliff Walk along the raw terrain outlining the coast, makes it a worthy visit.
In early November when I did the walk, midst the misty rain, criss-crossing the multiple “Dangerous Cliffs” signs, I wobbled between moments of excitement on seeing exhilarating natural heathland views and, minutes of anxiety treading down the moss-covered slippery terrain often giddily close to steep edges and dangerously abrupt heights. Lack of proper guideposts or safety railings and no sight of people added to the excitement (or was it fear?), I continued on and I am glad I did because walking past abandoned cottages through weedy shrubs and purple bluebells, with the symphony of waves crashing on the raw rough sea crags I saw what perhaps would have led H.G. Wells to describe the view of the Howth Head as “one of the most beautiful views of the world.” The sun did not show up for the rest of the trip and I walked through the middle of the town to finish my walk, ecstatic and satisfied as I angled for a seat in the Fish and Chips stop outside the DART station.