Isle of Shamrocks travel blog


This a.m. we had a lovely chat with the lady who runs Harbor Lights. It meant that we did not leave until after 10a but then we did not have a long way to go.

We drove across the peninsula to Wexford. On the way we saw several thatched houses--one was quite big....a Cape Cod style with dormer windows. We also spied a cottage with a new blonde thatched roof. We saw some old tower ruins. Wexford seemed a typical waterfront Irish town with Main Street winding down to the harbour. We saw no sign of a castle although it does have one.

From here we tried to take the coast road north but with hedges and the distant to the Irish Sea, we gave up and turned inland. We stopped at a Saturday market which turned out to be a glorified garage sale with odds and ends for sale. At Arklow we again took the Coast Road and were rewarded with some spectacular glimpses of the sea's turquoise waters....especially around Brittas Bay and north. We could see long stretches of sandy beach, windmills turning far off-shore and lots of people enjoying themselves. In vain we looked for a seaside cafe or tearoom. In Wicklow, we settled for a sandwich in a pub.

From Wicklow, we made a mad dash for the airport on M 11 to M50. In no time at all, we had dropped off the car, caught the bus to the Clayton Hotel, a mere 3 miles from the airport.

Tomorrow we fly.

Now a quick word about the cable car to Dursey Island. It is passenger only and is a tram suspended some 100 feet and travels only a short distance.

Also forgotten was a conversation I had at Smithwicks with a gentleman, Joe Moan, from Cullaville, N.Ire. He asked my mother's maiden name and when I said Coulter he said he had married Ursula Coulter. That it is a common name from that area. Small world.

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