Hardy Irish souls have been swimming off the rocky promontory known as the Forty Foot for over 250 years. Located in Sandycove, at the southern tip of Dublin Bay, the Forty Foot is the stuff of legends, immortalized in James Joyce’s Ulysses with Buck Mulligan waxing lyrical about “The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea.” Joyce himself lived in the Martello tower directly adjacent to this swimming hole and at the time he frequented this swimming hole, it was a men-only site where skinny dipping was de rigeur. It remained off bounds to women until the 1970s when, faced with protests, the gentlemen reluctantly admitted ladies onto the hallowed rocky slopes of the Forty Foot. The onsite changing rooms and clubhouse kitchen, however, remained strictly blokes only all the way up until 2014, when rules were changed to allow women full membership to the Sandycove Bathers’ Association who run the bathing spot. Now all that remains of male exclusivity is a weathered sign on the wall.
While the spot is used by locals year round, some folk like to take a dip on Christmas Day, and for others it has become a time-honoured tradition to start off the New Year with a plunge into the icy cold waters of the Irish Sea. Further south, residents of Bray line up along the promenade to rush into the water on the dot of noon, but many people travel north to the Forty Foot to brave the sting of the sea there. I met up with a group of friends this New Year’s Day; we got there well before noon so we had the place all to ourselves.
The tide was out so we ventured north to the next Martello tower at Seapoint, and walked into the water there. The sea level was so low we had to walk for what seemed like miles before reaching water deep enough to dip down into and swim, and the walk back almost turned me into a human popsicle with the wind biting and the waves crashing all around. But I had planned ahead and brought a hot water bottle with me. I figured if I got really cold I could empty the contents over my head to warm up, but as it turned out, snuggling up into it was more than enough, once I’d struggled back into my winter woollies. Piping hot cups of soup with brown bread, Christmas cake with coffee and a wee nip of Jameson chased away any residual chill and just like that, the New Year began with a splash.
Where's my backpack? 
What a brilliant way to start the New Year. As for the hottie: “great survival tactic!”.
Survival of the fittest, Jill, or perhaps survival of the best prepared. 🙂
Nothing like a bit of New Years Day skinny dipping!! In the Irish Sea… balmy!!!
Not tempted yourself, AJ? It was positively tropical out there. 🙂
Only a Wee nip of Jameson’s??
Haha, well, more than a wee nip later once we got into a pub, Sue! 😉 Happy New Year. xxx
How did I guess!
Your photos look really cold. You are very brave
It was freezing, Raewyn, but honestly an amazing way to start off the New Year, it felt like the bitter water sloughed off all of the old year and got you all nice and shiny for the new year to come. 🙂
Nice warming thoughts
Awesome – I loved this! I am such a baby about being cold, but I’d like to do it once!
I’m a total wuss too, but I am 100 percent sold on doing this again next year, it was brilliant. Definitely give it a try. xxx
In Canada we call them the Polar Bear plunges and they frequently take place on New Year’s Day. Had a friend who did one this year, but I prefer my water boiling hot and in a teacup, or nearly scorching in a hot shower. 😀 – Suzan –
Haha, I tend to be more in your camp, Suzan, but I was surprised at how much I enjoyed this, it was amazingly invigorating and I will be doing it again next year for sure. 🙂
I am feeling particularly smug (and snug) with a fire in the wood stove right now and reading about your icy adventure. Polar Bear plunges to the polar bears, as far as I am concerned 🙂
That is amazing!