Daytrippin'

Darting about the place. 
The vintage train was packed to the rafters this afternoon, with hundreds of day trippers heading for Howth, or that beach in Sutton that the young ones with weed and Bluetooth speakers like so much, to the great joy of the local residents. 
I was going to a much quieter place, past the AirMartelloBnB in Sutton, for the first three kilometres of the anticlockwise cliff walk, to that little cove where the swimming is so enjoyable. 
Christophe and his cousin Manu (whom I had not seen for 23 years) and Sophia did manage to resist the pull of the lively, greenish sea water. 
Aine and I couldn't. What a surprise.