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- John C.Dublin, Republic of Ireland105489Feb 24, 2016
Ah Dollymount strand, sure is'nt it lovely all the same. Even on a crisp February day its a decent spot for a longer than long walk...
Your feet can take you a few miles or kilometres in either direction, coasting along aimlessly upon the grains of sand.
If you walk far enough you can even begin to feel like Tom Hanks did in the movie Castaway. Its a very tranquil place, with beautiful scenery to boot.
If your dog cannot be trusted off the lead then my advice would be to keep him/her on it - there are loads of sand dunes for little Fido, Max, Snoopy ( insert your dogs name HERE) to go missing in...
You will also look like an absolute goon running awkwardly, screaming your dogs name at the top of your lungs. whilst they ignore you and keep running. Running up that hill...
The parking is free along the road but be sure not to park up at the roundabout unless you have a valid disabled parking permit. I believe the fines are €125 euro from the Guards now. Enough to cripple anyones month and leave your wallet a bit lame. You have been warned!Helpful 1Thanks 0Love this 2Oh no 0 - Bridget R.PA, PA55454718Jan 13, 2010
Dollymount was the place to make Dublin childhood memories (so I've been told). Every summer "back in the day" the long sandy stretch was packed with kids, dogs at the surf, and cars parked along the beach to act as a breaker for that incessant wind. Queues of cars lined the Clontarf road waiting to get across the single lane wooden bridge (still do!).
It's still a lovely spot for an afternoon walk, just be sure to be off the sand by dusk unless you're a local or part of a crowd. During the day the strand is a haven for kite surfers, dog walkers (check the surf for spring-loaded retrievers bounding along the breakers in utter doggy delight) and photogs -in the evenings however an entirely different element takes over, their detritus liable to be found underfoot the next day in the form of used needles and assorted garbage.
Translation: wear shoes.Helpful 1Thanks 0Love this 0Oh no 0 - Ciara C.Dublin, Republic of Ireland4812828Jul 22, 2013Updated review
What you don't want to read in the Irish Times at bedtime the night of your swim, though, is the headline 'Council to remove carcass of large shark from Dollymount Strand' accompanied by an underwater shot of said decomposing fish. No, sir, you do not. But I did. So it may be a wee while before I take a plunge into the naturally murky water there again. Jelly-fish fears fairly fade in light of the thought of bumping into a shark, even (or worse if the pic was anything to go by) a dead one!
Helpful 1Thanks 0Love this 2Oh no 0Jul 15, 2013Previous reviewIt was 7pm on one of the warmest days of the year, in a mid-July heatwave, but as I traversed the wind-whipped sand with my nine-year-old daughter, feeling oh so exposed and oh so cold, I wondered was I mad. Which, on pretty much any Irish beach on an average summer is a perfectly reasonable question to ask.
But this wasn't an average summer - not an average week of it anyway. We'd been transported to Ibiza or some place, we were all going mad with sun screen and ice cream and exposing our lily white limbs and diving into the sea at the drop of a hat.
But Dollymount was putting paid to all that new-found ambition, and I was feckin freezing and the kid was not helping, going full force with the moans: 'why didn't we go to Malahide, it's nice in Malahide', 'I want to go back to the lake, it was warm at the lake' and, finally, 'MUM WHY DID YOU BRING ME HERE?' And we hadn't even made it to the water's edge.
So the big surprise was, when we did arrive there, finding it as warm as a bath. It was the first time I have entered the sea off any coast of Ireland and not done that ridiculous body shock dance, and though I am known for my ability to drag out submergence for a very considerable time - the length of time that makes people wonder if really we're not just dealing in the realm of masochism, albeit just a different kind to regular Irish sea swimming - I walked right in feeling no pain. I was down in moments. It was gorgeous. It's so shallow in Dollymount at the best of times that I guess the sea really can properly warm up, and this truly was like Ibiza.
The big boats way out in the bay sent in ripple waves which we jumped, and as the lowering sun shot sparkles across the water, I felt all the charms of Dublin bay, and thought for a moment we might be in heaven.
And all the negative press from the kid: forgotten. 'Mum, what a GREAT idea, this is the best beach, EVER!'
On a practical level, it is exposed - great if you are into kites - but there are dunes. For a beach day, make for the dunes. But be prepared to have to walk to the water's edge.
It's a wide, long stretch which attracts lots of Dubliners, so if it's seclusion you're seeking, go further out, to Howth or Sutton.
Dollymount embodies the spirit of north Dublin, and some of the soul too. Few for miles round over age 30 didn't take their first driving lesson on its hard-sands - now no longer a possibility - and most young Dubliners have sipped on a few tins and partied there as an adolescent rite of passage. Its defining wooden bridge leading to the promenade walk is host to many cars, bikes and pedestrians every day. The walk ends at the landmark Marian statue, Our Lady Of The Port Of Dublin. One side looks out over the industrial landscape of the bay down to the Clontarf front, the other side out to Howth and, a nod away, as far as the Wicklow hills.
I felt the strength of its lure one evening at midnight a decade ago when, out of the blue, I insisted to my husband that we drive out there. We walked its length and I gazed at the path of the moon through the water. I breathed in the salt air, then we headed off and ate chips. One night later, I became a mum for the first time, and that impulsive trip perhaps represented a last bid for glorious freedom for a while to come. As I say, Dollymount has a special place in the hearts of north Dubliners, and it embraces us all, for better or worse. - Ciara K.Dublin, Republic of Ireland11362366Nov 7, 2009First to Review
Dollymount is a beautiful 5km stretch of fine sand just 8km from the city centre.
The beach is ALWAYS windy, which attracts Dublin's kitesurfers who can be spotted whizzing along doing flips and twirls and other gravity defying stunts almost every weekend. I hear the water here is filthy though and many of them suffer from tummy bugs as a result (apparently a can of coke post session kills off all the bacteria!).
Parents used to bring their kids down here to learn how to drive, though this has been clamped down upon in recent times to prevent joyriders racing up and down the beach.
The strand flanks the UNESCO Biosphere Reserve that is Bull Island, a haven for 40,000 migrating birds, as well as shrews, badgers and hares.Helpful 0Thanks 0Love this 0Oh no 0