Tagoat to Fishguard

It was a damp start at the campground, which was not forecast, and even damper when I arrived at Rosslare harbour and joined the queue of motorcycles waiting to board the ferry.

English motorcyclists at ferry ports have this tendency to only say hello to a cyclist like me in a fairly casual way, if at all, but then drive ahead of you in the queue as if you’re not there. But when someone on a bigger bike than theirs appears they go all coy and quiet, glancing sideways at the new bike in concealed excitement. It’s like a gang of girls at school when the cool guy goes by. Then there’s a curt exchange of hellos, voices as basso as posso, until the inevitable bike discussion begins, each one trying to display their road-toughness and ‘been-there-done-that’ world-weariness. It’s petty of me, I know, but I do quite enjoy it when, as happened this morning, our two-wheeled lane is invited to board first and I swing a leg over and just roll past them all to get aboard whilst they’re still adjusting all their bits and pieces and starting up their deafening engines and shouting to each other to get a bloody move on.

When they all finally clomped upstairs to the passenger deck this morning they found me by the window, breakfast bap on the table, steaming cup of coffee at the ready and the power pack charging at the only socket. Sorry lads, ferries are my only superpower. You’ll still be home well before me.

Never Say Never Going Back Again

The past week of cycling just got better as it went on, and as I also got back to full road-fitness. As I’ve hinted at already, I do have another trip in the planning stage but can’t guarantee that I won’t also just come back to Ireland at some point. It’s just too good to miss.

Mystery song link:

https://youtube.com/watch?v=0i3ZfrVY9iU&si=ZRD4eK53DVD64sPl

Oh, and one last thing before I sign off for now – I’m not going back home again quite yet. Instead, Susie and I are off camping in Wild West Wales for a week – in fact I’m already there right now getting set up before meeting her train tomorrow – but the bike and the blog will be having a rest. Have a great August everyone! Bxx

I couldn’t resist adding this RTE weather spoof which someone in Ireland showed me when we were talking about the difference between local accents.

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DGl29UaqBTi/?igsh=MWNjMmY1cHh1OWQzdA==