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Heading by the South Beach, on our way to a yummy mum-cooked dinner up in Delgany, for a minute there, Max and I reckoned we’d stumbled into a munchkin picnic.
For there, at every single planted tree along the long bank that borders the South Beach car park, there was a little hi-viz-jacketed urchin, burrowing away.
On closer inspection, these little munchkins turned out to be the local scouts, all little hands no deck to help the Greystones Tidy Towns flower up this particular stretch of Greystones beauty.