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But then, I had to head over to the docks. Ugh, the docks. I mean, I love the sea and all, but the smell? Yikes! Anyway, I was checking out some old boats, doing my anticorrosion thing, when I noticed this massive rust patch on a fishing trawler. Like, seriously? How do you let that happen? I was fuming. I mean, come on, people! It’s Kinsale! You can’t just let your boats rot away like that.

Kinsale RNLI comes to the aid of stranded walker who gets cut off by tide