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 […]
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 5: Blarney back to Youghal via Cork 46 Miles I’ve reached a very familiar point in this trip, where writing the blog each evening after a long day of cycling has become progressively more blurred. This may mean I post too much, or that it doesn’t entirely make sense, but my judgement always deteriorates […]
Day 4: Dungarvan to Blarney 70 miles There can be an advantage to not knowing where you’re going at first. I left the silent campground at about 8am after using the brilliant morning sunshine to dry everything before packing… …and cycled through Dungarvan to join the L2022. All I really knew was that it would […]
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 […]
Just a short wrapping-up post today. It was a really beautiful morning, but with a crazily heavy dew, so I had to pack everything up pretty wet. It was just 6km to the ferry along the busy N25. It’s still only single lane though, and has an excellent bike lane. If you don’t mind the […]
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