Steve The Wandering Aussie

Youghal. Ireland. 04/07/2023I’m in a pub called The Nook and while the beer is good, the company is worth the journey.We left Corsock, southern Scotland, around 9.30 am Sunday morning and headed westward to Cairnryan to catch our ferry to the Emerald Isle. I won’t miss that biting and squarking bastard bird but the three legged cat was cool.The ferry ride took two hours across the Irish Sea in a howling and freezing breeze while the sea spray hammered the windows. I felt alive! After disembarking in the port of Larne, Northern Ireland we drove two hours south, past Belfast, to spend the night in a bland, universally standard hotel room.Early Tuesday we spent the next four hours racing south to Youghal on the southern Atlantic coast so our hosts could get away to their flight to Turkey. We are tasked with caring for a teacup Yorkie for the next week while Lyn researches her family history from these parts. Those who read my missives from our last trip here may remember the amount of humble crow I had to eat after waxing lyrical regarding the English overlords she is descended from. Bastards. Nice bastards, but still….. bastards.We’ve had lunch in the pub and Lyn is back at the church looking for ephemera with which to decorate her scribbles. She worked this morning while I productivity watched the TV. First real TV in four months. Easy to get addicted so I did.PS. We spent the week traversing the countryside to see the things on our list. The Hags Bed, Rock of Cashel, Kilkenny Castle, Kells Priory just to name a few. An excellent week in a beautiful home overlooking the Celtic Sea off the south coast of Ireland and a part of the Atlantic Ocean.Life is good and I am grateful for everything.