David Robbins: The tide's gone out forever at my watery childhood escape . . .
We were on one of our outings, my little daughter and I. On the Dart, heading south. It was sunny, and the Easter holidays stretched out before us like the railway line all the way to Wexford.
Around us, people were talking on their mobiles or catching up with work, and we felt like foreigners in a strange but beautiful country.
"What's that?" asked my daughter as we left Booterstown station.