When I was a child, the summers were long and hot, just like this year. We spent our time on the beach, or so it seemed, and eating strawberries and Wexford new potatoes and were brown as berries by the time we went back to school. The beach days were punctuated by annual days out, every school holidays featured a trip to Dublin Zoo or Fota Wildlife Park with a car full of cousins and a day in Tramore at the “hurdy gurdies”.
Tramore, for those who don’t know it is one of those traditional seaside resorts populated with amusement arcades and chippers, with outdoor amusements adjoining the prom. It’s run down now, and somewhat lacking in charm but still families go in their droves.
For us, on our days out, Tramore was all about the amusements and the donut shop. Today, that’s what we relived. My two small boys had a day out straight from the 1980′s, (except the rides now cost €2 each not 50p) and they had the time of their lives, as their Granny, aunt and I watched and smiled, remembering all the days out we’d had there over the years.
The times may have changed but the appeal of the hurdygurdies and donuts has survived.