I do like to be beside the seaside


This evening I found myself at a bit of a loose end when I realized I was no longer needed to babysit and a whole free Sunday loomed ahead of me. We have been getting the kind of weather that's been unheard of in Ireland of late so I was determined to not be stuck inside my poxy little apartment wasting what everyone keeps telling me is going to be the last sunny day for a while ( way to let me enjoy the sunshine !) 

Now luckily for me my parents own a holiday home ( house not caravan ) in Wexford, the next county over and knowing they'd be there this weekend I made an impulsive decision to pack a bag and head to fethard on sea. Yea that's really what this place is called. it's one of those places that's really nice when the sun is shining but for a large part of the year the sunny south east sounds more like some one was being sarcastic when they came up with that name. 

The best part of having a car ( when it actually runs) is that I can just take off and go somewhere when the whim takes me ( With nothing but petrol money to stop me) and fethard isn't all that far away only a short drive and ferry ride to get here. The bit I'd conveniently forgotten once I hit the Wexford side is that I've only actually driven to our house on hook head once before and I have a pretty terrible sense of direction. It didn't help that my parents felt it was best to give me two conflicting sets of directions so I went against my instincts and tried to follow a sort of mish mash of both and ended up taking a really nice scenic drive along the way. When I say scenic drive what I really mean is that I got so lost it was almost ridiculous and got to see a lot more of the coast than I planned. 
I figured I'd eventually find my way back to the road I should be on and I did, sort of. after feeling like I'd pretty much seen all of Wexford ( or just a few miles of the coast line) I eventually found myself heading towards fethard village which I probably should have already bypassed
A few miles back but I wasn't in the humor to quibble with myself, alone in my 
Car. So I reach the village and turn off for hook head thinking if I remember correctly the house is not far down this road but it turns out I have a pretty bad memory to go with my appalling sense of 
Direction and the house was further away than I remembered. So much so that I became convinced that I was driving the wrong way and turned around and took two different turns but nothing looked familiar. I eventually found my way and also discovered that the house was further out than I thought and that I had been on the right road the first time.

The main thing is I got here and all going well tomorrow I will be on the beach soaking up the sun, all the sun. Before going back to the miserable, dreary summer I've been told to expect from this point on 

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