Docklands Dusk

I left myself too little time for a visit to the docks, having arranged to get back to Blackrock and buy us a fish & chip dinner in the new place (simply called The Fish Shop) in the local market. So this was all I had time for, a container ship doing a majestically slow turnabout to head out of port, in contrast to my badly calculated rush, the motor running and Lola on her leash in the back seat, expecting a a romp on the beach but now sadly destines for a brisk airing on what passes for a prom in Blackrock.