Jayzus, look at the time...

3 PM, and it feels like early to mid evening... 

On a day of phenomenal meteorological poxitude (deep, impenetrable greyness, without even proper rain, but a pesky, pissy, half-arsed drizzle), Luca and I walked to downtown Dun Laoghaire. 
Everything looked grim. 
But we weren't. 
We had a great chat.

Then I bet him at Risk when we came back home.