There is a little beach about five miles outside Clonakilty that is my happy place. On days when I am far away feeling stressed, I close my eyes and imagine the sand between my toes and diving into the waves. Back in the 70s, my grandparents had a caravan on the hill and my mother spent her summer days there. So when we were children, it is where we went with picnics and buckets and spades; and as a teenager, I spent summer days there with friends.