This Man's Life: Catching life by the tail at Dalkey Lobster Festival
Took the train along the coast to Dalkey last weekend with the family. A beautiful sunny, Saturday evening. The journey brought me back to childhood train trips to the seaside and further afield with my parents.
Laughter and theatrical rows over pots of tea and bottles of red lemonade, home-made sambos and packets of crisps.
My dad neither drank nor smoked. My mother did both, and rather well. The chemistry made for parents who were evenly matched, even good craic, especially on boat or train trips going away on holidays. (I hope to be half as entertaining to my own child as my parents were to me.)