Sir, – Ultan Ó'Broin (Letters, July 11th) reminded me of being one of the children who used to love when Brendan Behan swam in Seapoint. He was patient, kind and good humoured when we swam around him, taking turns to bump his rounded tummy with our heads. His togs were just like what our fathers wore swimming – shapeless woollen knitted, no Speedos or Nikes in the late 1950s early 1960s.
Some things don’t change. In a letter to The Irish Times in November 1988 I was observing the pleasures of being back in Dublin after 15 years in London. Travelling to work in town on the Dart was much more appealing than commuting on the Underground. There was an irony. Even then I noted that in Dublin Bay there was an awful lot of crap under the surface. – Yours, etc,
GERALDINE BIRD,
Co Clare.