Ok, ok, we may have strayed by a few kilometres past the southern limit of our county into the northern fringes of neighbouring Wicklow.
It is kind of hard to tell where the Dublin Mountains stop and where the Wicklow Mountains start.
They're all glorified hills anyway.
All that matters is that it was a perfect day for walking in a forest. We always stayed as a family unit. We never were near anyone else (big forest, tons of socially uncluttered space).
Come an arrest me!