It was nearing the end of the summer holidays, almost the end of August. The little family had spent the whole day in Co. Kerry. In the famous beach Banna Strand.

Although the place was serene and calm, unlike the bustling beach months, June and July, it was quiet, and only a few people walked the beach.

Adam's older sister had a mobile home in the caravan park next to the beach, and she already hadn't fully bought hut she wanted to move caravan parks, to be closer to friemds who stayed in Ballybunion caravan park, so she had gifted it to Adam this summer. And you had spent most of the summer in Banna.

The little boy stood beside you, absolutely freezing, wrapped up in a towel after having a bawl with his dad in the freezing celtic sea.

You were all ready to go home. Go home, eat chipper from Ardfert, and spend the rest of the night relaxing..

So you and Adam packed up the beach bags and drove a few seconds to Sir Rogers Caravan Park. Made a deal that he'd clean up the kids and get them warmed while you went to go collect the chipper only 20 minutes down the road.