On the canvass - Róisín Ingle with Trevor Sargent:The Greens are different. For one thing, their leader arrived at yesterday's canvass in Co Wicklow on the Dart, alone and carrying a foldable bike.
For another, their campaign style is not one of demanding handshakes from anything that moves or kissing babies or manufacturing dodgy photo opportunities.
There may be an election looming, but outside a supermarket in Bray, the Greens are as chilled out as the frozen food department.
North Dublin TD and Green Party leader Trevor Sargent is here to support local North Wicklow candidate Cllr Deirdre de Burca. This means a tour of cake shops and delicatessens, but not an awful lot of banter with the public.
De Burca, a popular woman around these parts, introduces her leader to the owner of a shoe shop and the manager of the heritage centre, but it's all rather low key. "We want to get more women in the Dáil," he tells people. "We hope you'll support Deirdre."
There's clearly goodwill towards the Greens, even if they lack the hunger visible on the campaign trail with other parties. Although De Burca is popular, the recognition factor for her leader isn't huge.
"Who's he?" are words heard in his wake more than once. A man in a pub who does recognise the Greens' leader engages Trevor about the problem of dog dirt in the area.
"It's a twofold problem," says Trevor. "You need the dog wardens and you need pooper scoopers." This "twofold problem" phrase crops up again in the Travellers' centre.
With Bray exhausted, we go to get the Dart to Sandycove, where there's finally a bit of drama. A fire at the back of the station is spewing black smoke into the sky, flames are licking the advertising hoardings on one of the platforms and the station is evacuated.
We get to Sandycove by car and cycle down to the seafront in a Green convoy. At the Forty Foot, the beach is packed with men, women, children and dogs enjoying the sun.
Trevor and Dún Laoghaire candidate Ciarán Cuffe TD pose on the beach for a few photographs for the party's website, but in keeping with their restrained canvassing style, they barely shake a hand.
If Bertie or Enda were here, the beach would be combed for potential support.
"It's not really us," explains Mr Cuffe. "I can't think of anything worse when you are sunning yourself at the beach than the long shadow of a politician being cast over you. We get little enough sun, so that's cruel and unusual punishment."
And then we are off again, cycling down Sandycove promenade for an ice cream at Teddy's.
Earlier, the Green convoy crossed paths with Fianna Fáil's Mary Hanafin. The mind wanders to thoughts of the Greens and Fianna Fáil on a tandem. Definitely a twofold possibility.
My bike malfunctions and Trevor, a true gentleman, hops off his to fix it. There is some discussion about suit trousers tucked into socks not being a good look. Then the Greens are off. I'd join them on their onward jaunt to Blackrock, but I've had enough excitement for one day.