I forget what time of year it was, a showery June or a soaked September. But what I do remember clearly is that it was the day a shark came to Killiney Bay.
It started with a persistent walk through Irish weather, down past the harbour at Bullock and the Dalkey Island. I followed the road and took a left path, leading me over the railway tracks and into a small shelter.
It was during this intermission from the Irish rain that I saw a shark in Killiney Bay. It was an unfamiliar sight at first glance, a fin hovering above the waters edge. "No..but i have seen one of these before". At that moment of realisation I decared to myself that Killiney Bay had indeed been invaded by a shark. I hurried back out into the rain, catching a glance of the fin as it submerged into the dark water.
As i ran home to Dun Laoghaire i forgot about the Irish rain, the fin etched into my memory. When i arrived i told the tale of a sharks tail to my Mothers disbelief. I watched as she scrambled out an encyclopaedia. She skipped past the page with the sharks and their fins and instead, to my utter dissapointment, she giggled to herself and pointed out a porpoise and its fin.
