June is as quiet as the Atlantic gets here, and quiet is relative. The storm track has moved up towards Iceland and the swells that arrive are smaller and further apart, but Ireland sticks out into the ocean far enough that the flat weeks other countries get in June do not really happen.
What that produces is the most forgiving version of this coast. Waist to chest high on open sand, water at 14°C, and beaches that need no local knowledge to read. It is the month somebody who has surfed a few times can come here and enjoy it rather than be corrected by it.
The days barely end. Light until half past ten at the solstice, and the evenings are the reason to be here as much as the mornings.
