Saturday 22 April
This morning my crew wandered into town, and enjoyed its proper high street and interesting historical buildings. After lunch, the fenders and mooring lines came back aboard green (“Well, it is Ireland, you know”), and we were off again, under motor again, heading North again, through a very slowly racing fleet of J-boats, towards Dublin. Abeam of Bray Head I was suddenly cruising in company, surrounded by more vessels than we’ve seen all season: a diving rib, yachts in a variety of design and vintage, container ships, cargo vessels and ferries in and out of the River Liffey. 
Once round Poolbeg Light, I squeezed South of the fairway to keep out of the way of the commercial shipping bearing down from behind, and soon arrived alongside the concrete outer breakwater pontoon of Poolbeg Yacht Club marina.
This was probably our worst landfall so far: the marina office had ignored our radio calls as we approached, the concrete was broken just where we landed, and the facilities were unimpressive, and only available when the clubhouse is open: 1000-2200.
Having booked for a week to welcome visitors, my crew decided to transfer elsewhere tomorrow, and so were charged €39 for one night, and decided to do without shore power at extra cost. The atmosphere was not peaceful.