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What better way to spend a sunny June afternoon than taking a DART ride from Bray to Greystones?
Along the epic cliff-edge train tracks, on past the oblivious seabirds, on through the tunnels, and on past Sisknobyl, all to the the clackety-clack of the train, the breaking waves, the au pair giving out about the mean Greystones family who have her working like a dog – until finally, we pull into everyone’s favourite dirty ol’ seaside town…