This evening, I enjoyed sundown walking the coastal path that runs between Portmarnock and Malahide. People were swimming and walking their dogs, kids were carrying buckets and spades, eating and dropping 99-er ice-creams. So many vivid sense memories flood back, especially the sharp edge of a red spade I used to have for the beach. A little boy (probably impressed by all the weather ooh-ing and awh-ing) asked his Mum if this was the nicest day since he'd been born. She laughed and I wondered if it would be the laugh that jolt him into self-consciousness. But he looked unblinking until she thought about it and said, it's certainly close.