We were on our way out to Garnish Island near Glengarriff in west Cork and the sea was like a mill pond. The dull summer afternoon was casting a spooky sheen on the water.
Garnish Island is one of those places your wife suggests you go to for a visit and the mental teenager in your head has a strop.
An island full of flowers and exotic trees? WTF? What lame loser came up with that idea?
and then when you get there you never want to leave as you realise the lame loser was right all along.