An Inse · Co. Meath
One day a year, horses race on the sand instead of on turf. The rest of the year the strand is yours, and the tide runs the timetable.
Laytown is a seaside village on the north bank of the River Nanny estuary, six kilometres south of Drogheda and about thirty-eight north of Dublin. The townland is Ninch, the Irish name An Inse means the holm, and for most of its history this was a thin coastal place that did not amount to much until the Dublin and Drogheda railway put a station here in 1844 and the city started coming down for the sea air.
It is famous for one day. The Laytown Strand Races have been run on the beach since 1868, when the meeting grew up alongside the Boyne Regatta - a rowing race on the high tide, horse racing once the water pulled back. They are the only horse races in Europe run on a beach under the Rules of Racing. The course is marked out on the sand as the tide recedes and washed away when it returns, so the meeting has to be finished before the sea comes back in. Six flat races, once a year, every September. Charles Stewart Parnell was an early steward. A bad accident in 1994 forced a redesign of the layout, and it has been run more carefully since. The rest of the day it is a beach.
And the beach is the other reason to come. It carries a Blue Flag, and the tide does something dramatic with it - a narrow strip at high water that opens to over a kilometre of hard flat sand at low, the southern end of a five-kilometre strand running north to Mornington and the mouth of the Boyne. The Nanny enters the sea at the village edge, with waders working the estuary and shells heaped at the southern end. The census now counts Laytown together with Bettystown, Mornington and Donacarney as a single urban area of 15,642 people; on the ground the four run into one another along the coast.
Do not come for a town. There is no hotel in Laytown itself and the heritage is quiet rather than grand - a curse on the river, a coastguard cottage, an old rath now under an ecology garden, a circular 1970s church. Come for the strand, the tide and the one improbable day. Two honest pubs by the beach, an Italian kitchen over one of them, and the trains to Dublin and Drogheda stop in the middle of the village. That is the place.