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GREYSTONES ARCHAEOLOGICAL & HISTORICAL SOCIETY JOURNAL      VOLUME 8

              the sea – so the “Evening Mail” described the Chief Secretary
              as between the Devil and the Deep Sea.‘

              The exchange of words which followed, although it involved
          no violence, heralded an increasingly militant campaign by the
          more  radical  wing  of  the  suffrage  movement,  which  involved
          attacks on property, disruption of meetings and hunger-strikes.

              Facing the harbour, roughly on the site of Wavecrest, was
          ‘the long cottage’, owned by a local woman, Dame Doyle. Here,
          in the 1830s Rev William Urwick (1791-1868), a Congregational
          minister, took summer lodgings for his family. Later the Urwicks
          would rent another cottage, formerly occupied by the coastguard
          officer and situated ‘at the extreme point by the flagstaff looking
          northwards’.  Here  they  returned  for  many  years,  enjoying
          rambles  along  the  shore  and  long  walks  in  the  surrounding
          countryside.

              To the left of Wavecrest as you stand with your back to the
          Harbour was a coal-yard, with beside it a post-office and pub
          and, on the corner overlooking the Harbour, Rockport, rented as
          a holiday residence by Mr and Mrs William Beckett, parents of
          Samuel  Beckett  (1906-1989).  While William Beckett  spent  his
          working week at home in Foxrock, travelling into his office in town
          daily and only joining his family at the weekend, Mrs Beckett, the
          children and a maid lived in Greystones   throughout the summer.
          These  months  made  an  indelible  impression  on  young  Sam:
          according to James Knowlson, his biographer:

              ‘The Beckett … children used to play on the stony beach with
              its large grey and pink pebbles or run along the harbour wall
              to  watch  the  masted  schooners  unloading  their  cargo  of
              Welsh coal to be carted away by heavy work horses to Arthur
              Evans’s Coal Depository by the harbour. On the beach, local
              fishermen sat mending their whelk pots and repairing their
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