David Robbins: A dream of life, from Saux to Seapoint. . .
There was this house I passed every day on the way to school. A big, square Georgian house in its own grounds overlooking the bay at Seapoint.
It had white shutters and you could just catch a glimpse of a chandelier in one of the upstairs rooms.
"If I ever become rich enough, I'll buy that house," I promised myself as I sweated up the hill towards Monkstown, switching down to first on my Sturmley-Archer three-speed gears.