A Most Boring Beautiful Beach

Stradbally Cove is my 'home beach' in that it is closest to where I live but I hardly ever go there because it is so boring.  By boring I mean that hardly anything of interest ever washes in there, just the usual plastic bottles and cans and not many of those either.  There are some who might say this is a good thing, and of course they are right; one beach that is relatively little polluted is a rarity but that only means the pollution is somewhere else. 

For a plastic fanatic like me, whose gaze is used to peering among shingle and sand for synthetic colours and shapes, all this driftwood and pebbles and seaweed is just too much of a good thing.  The views are stunning and the big, flat sandy bay is perfect for many different outdoor pastimes and you have to park your car right at the start of the beach so there's not even a walk from the car park.  There's a picnic table and an information board and an old lime kiln and the tide comes in evenly and there's no way you could be cut off and there are no pendulous, overhanging bits of cliff to fall on you unless you venture into one of the washed out rock fissures and I don't think most visitors do.  They walk their labradors to the sea, turn round and come back.