Laethanta Saoire: Feeding the elephants on a memorable trip to Dublin Zoo
Madeleine D'Arcy Picture: Claire O'Rorke
When I was a child, we rarely went on summer holidays. Sometimes, we visited relatives in Clare and Galway. Once or twice we stayed in a rented caravan in Kerry. When the rain drummed down on the caravan roof, it felt like sitting inside a tin can. We passed the time by playing Ludo or Snakes and Ladders or the aptly-named card game of Patience. I read a lot of books.
Once in a while my father would drive us to the seaside. He would sit in the car and listen to ‘The Match’ while the rest of us sat or lay on towels on the beach, made sandcastles and occasionally ventured into the cold Atlantic waves. Our sandwiches got sandy. Later, at home, a light dusting of sand would fall from the pages of my book.
