Agnes and I mooched about Blackrock for a while. There were some framed Banksy reproduction prints in the Shopping Mall that were of interest. Banksy is not very well-known in Ireland, so the shop owner was trying to spread the word. I asked Agnes if she had a favourite Banksy and was surprised to hear that she had only vaguely heard about him.
As we walked about I dithered over whether to hold Agnes’ hand, and then was too self-conscious to take the initiative. Luckily Agnes had no such hangups. Her hand felt warm in mine. Not sweaty warm, but a comforting warmth. We went back down to the DART station and crossed over the bridge for a closer look at the sea.