Dublin for The Thrill Seekers: a Friday-to-Monday weekend

Hire at the Parkgate entrance and ride the seven-kilometre avenue to the Papal Cross and the Fifteen Acres, where the fallow deer stand their ground.

Ireland's biggest climbing centre in an old warehouse, with lead walls to eighteen metres and a bouldering hall; an intro session covers the belay check.

A menu the size of a business card: burger, cheeseburger, fries three ways; the recovery meal that takes twelve minutes and no decisions.

St Kevin's bus from St Stephen's Green, then the nine-kilometre boardwalk loop up the Spinc ridge above the lakes and down past the miners' village.

A rock-cut swimming spot below the Vico Road where locals swim all year; steps into the sea, a changing shelter, and Killiney Bay in front of you.

Everything cooked over a wood fire in a long tiled room: the short rib, the charred greens, and a bottle of something from the Loire for the table.

The Dublin Mountains Way up through the pines to Three Rock and the Fairy Castle cairn at 536 m, with the whole bay below; back by the 44 bus.

A guided two-hour paddle out of the harbour round Dalkey Island, seals surfacing alongside and the Martello tower above; wetsuits and kayaks included.

Thin Neapolitan pizza from a wood oven by the canal, with a long bar for a group that smells of the sea; no reservations after eight.

The flat sands Stephen Dedalus walked, three kilometres out to the Poolbeg chimneys; run it at low water, with the DART back from Sandymount.

Paddleboards and windsurfing on the sheltered dock in the middle of the city, with a wetsuit and a board for an hour between the glass offices.

Eggs on sourdough, kimchi and a flat white in a bright corner room in the Liberties, where the city's cyclists eat before the airport bus.