So Lunajack is not one of those villages with a crazy name, no it’s a way of walking. A style that owes a lot to two of this family’s favourite film characters. And my son and I were doing lots of lunajack walking today as we stepped and stumbled, swayed and slid over the rocks around the headland at Rush in North County Dublin, where I brought him to do a little gentle home educating. Except it was quite strenuous, as my calves could tell you. The reason for the rock scramble was that we spotted a Martello tower and my son wanted to visit it. But we couldn’t find an entrance from the road, so we decided to try and gain access from the beach.
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