There are times when you know that you are witnessing happy memories in the making and this morning I happened upon one of those moments. Four bubbly, carefree kids in bright, cheerful colours out for a walk on Tramore Beach with a man I took to be their father. They bobbed along in front of me for ages, often holding hands, looking out for each other.
They stood out, yet they blended totally with their surroundings and one lovely moment was when the father and one of the girls did a 1960s sort of jive twirl on the narrowest little path along the dunes.
Oh happy days!