Clonea to Tagoat 65 miles I was so sad to leave Casey’s, one of the friendliest campgrounds I think I’ve ever visited (and there have been a few), but a long ride beckoned, beginning with the now-familiar 30 mile spin along the greenway. I did make a stop at the highest point above the sea […]
Clonea to…..Clonea Before turning in last night I was watching the opening scenes of the Moby Dick link I posted yesterday, and I suddenly got the feeling that this scene from The Mighty Boosh might have been inspired by it. See what you think 🤔 (just a link due to lack of signal!) https://youtu.be/cDjyEnkl1Jo?si=7MncHSu98xVupaN1 Hard […]
Youghal to Clonea 30 miles I’ve no idea how, but Clonvilla Caravan & Camping dodged the Storm Floris rains overnight. Not the 45mph wind, oh no, but the tent was miraculously dry this morning. I got the bike all loaded up but when it started pouring just as I prepared to leave, I ended up […]
Day 3: Clonea & Dungarvan. Uninterrupted sleep, after a night like my first one, is one of the greatest pleasures. So thanks, Casey’s Camping & Caravanning, although the long bike ride did also play its part. Aileen and family were still fast asleep when I got up around 8, or at least their tent was […]
Day 2: Tagoat to Clonea 66 miles Last night wasn’t the perfect preparation for a long day on the bike that I’d hoped for. There was a weeping and wailing teenage girl in the tent next door. It was an unbelievably histrionic performance, and I must admit that the phrase ‘snowflake generation’ did go through […]
Day 1: Hertfordshire to Tagoat I quietly closed our front door at about five this morning and drove straight to Fishguard, 256 miles door to door, to catch the ferry over to Ireland again. There wasn’t a lot of planning, just a convenient gap in the work schedule and an okay or possibly even better […]
Stats: It was only dry for about the first twenty minutes of packing up, then the weather turned. Not windy, not cold, just wet, in a very drizzly Irish sort of a way at first, but heavier later. The only place I found to post yesterday’s blog without soaking everything was under a railway tunnel, […]
An Unintended Late Night Swimming The day began with a coffee a the tent, then I cycled down to the beach for an early morning swim in the sea at Clonea Bay just as the tide was starting to come in. It was a very still morning with a mackerel sky and hardly a ripple […]
The day started early with a luxury breakfast preparation experience in my en-suite kitchen: And as I drank my coffee and looked at my tent, I realised for the first time in all the years I’ve been travelling with it, that if it was black instead of grey, it would be a dead ringer for […]
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