The sea air

Was it the sea air. Or the pint of Dozol each Christophe and I had given them?

I remember that he and I had a fine quiet walk and Portmarnock beach.

And a good old chat about the difficulties of new fatherhood. And how no one understands you. And how devalued you are.

Then we repaired to the knitting club for a cup of tea and biscuits.