Float like the butterfly...

... sting like the jellyfish.

What a delight it was to bump into BS at the end of the West Pier this evening. 
He and I are the "mature" hooligans who persistently ignore the No Swimming signs. 

Up until that point, it looked like my blip of the day would be a shallow DOF on wild colourful flowers, with artistically blurred sailing boats fluttering across the bay, and the Howth peninsula shrouded in haar in the background. 

Thanks to BS I have something a lot more majestic to offer.