The inaugural year for Bunny Swims seemed to catch the attention of the easily-distracted group in Myrtleville.  Not too sure about further West, though.

Started early – got worse. Friday morning.

Some of the Saturday morning crowd.

As with all events, there were sub-plots and by-lines all over the weekend.  There was Claire Canning getting back into the water on Sunday….

OK, you made me go in here, but there is NO WAY I’m putting my head in or swimming. So there. Claire Ní Channain folds her arms and puts her foot down. But not her face.

Claire was generous enough to loan her dressing gown to an elderly kayaker after the swim, though.  She thought he looked cold, but I’d say the red flushes were more being hot and bothered by the bunnies really…

Mike Hefner and supporters.

Poor old Tom and Pat came down for their daily swim – to be accosted by bunnies.  They don’t seem to have minded, though.

These poor men were minding their own business as they do every morning and then……

So, having added an extra swim on Sunday morning, it was on to Sandycove for the evening.  I wasn’t there, but you’d have to say the pictures seem to show a level of bemusement as the Myrtlevillian hordes descended for their fourth Bunny Swim of the weekend.

On one side of the road we had….Yeah, I haven’t taken mine off since Friday.

On the other side of the road…

What in the name of God is going on here, Tadhg? Why is there a plague of rabbits over there? Don’t they know this is the world famous, serious Sandycove Island?

Look, I’m sorry – says Angela – it all seemed like a good idea until that Myrtleville crowd got involved.

And so we had two – very separate – groups.

Serious Sandycove Swimmers.

……and the other lot. With Mike Harris in his element and Angela getting dragged into it – like it or not!

It really was a long weekend.  By Monday, it was just too much for some young people and a nap was needed.