The DART line hugging the cliffs above the Irish Sea, the curve of the bay running north toward the Sugar Loaf, beach huts in stripes along the shingle. Bray sits where the Wicklow Mountains meet the coast, and it shows. Past 50 here, life often moves along that two-line track: into Dublin for the city day, back out to the sea for the weekend. The Promenade is most weeks' anchor. Sundays stretch unless somebody else is walking with you.
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Bray Promenade itself is the universal first walk: the bandstand, the seafront benches, somewhere on Strand Road for coffee. The Cliff Walk to Greystones takes a proper hour and lands at a Happy Pear cafe at the other end. Killruddery House and Gardens for the slower afternoon, the Sugar Loaf for a braver second meeting, and Dun Laoghaire pier a short DART ride away.