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Thursday, 28th June 2007

Luck of the Irish

I have just arrived back from my holiday in County Wexford, Ireland where we stayed in a cottage with my Gran and Grandad and my Uncle Lewis.  Unfortunately the holiday did not get off to a good start because the night before we left rainwater got into our house and wet the lounge carpet.  Worse still, on Monday morning mummy went into the lounge to find my train set sitting in water.  And guess what?  It rained practically everyday that we were on holiday in Ireland – no surprise there you might say, although it was the wettest June that Ireland can remember.  Oh well, that’s the luck of the Irish I’m told.

My daddy took lots of pictures and you can see them on flickr if you go to the set entitled County Wexford.  However, here are a few highlights of my week in the rain to whet your appetite.

For the first time in my life I went on a big boat which took us across the Irish Sea.  

 

The day that we went to Kilmore Quay was the only day when it didn’t rain.  We made the most of it paddling in the sea and making sand castles on the beach.

However, when we went to Hook Lighthouse it rained like the clappers.  Apparently there is a familiar phrase ‘by Hook or by Crook’ and this is where it originates from.  When Oliver Cromwell sought to take Waterford town he calculated that his best options were to land at Hook Lighthouse or along the coastline at Crook.  He said, ‘I will take Waterford by Hook or by Crook’.

The next day we went to the town of Enniscorthy where I was dragged around the 1798 Rebellion Museum.  It was OK.  My favourite room had a big chess board with the leading figures of the Rebellion dotted around on it.  I didn’t understand it but it was fun running rings around them.

It continued to rain through the following day which mummy, daddy and Uncle Lewis made the most of.  Here is mummy and Lewis getting ready for Quad Attack.  They went cross country and through ditches barely wider than the Quad bike where the muddy water went over their knees.  I wanted to have a go myself but was told that I was too small.

Our final day in Ireland was much sunnier, at least for a few hours.  We went to Duncannon and played on the beach.  The sand was perfect and so we set about making a fuel effecient car.

It was a lovely beach as you can see and one of the highlights of my holiday.

Daddy said that Duncannon also had the toughest golf course in all of Ireland.

Posted by Isaac @ 8:29 PM  

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