Wexford, Ireland

I received a sudden shock this morning,   I put the €2 coin in the slot, as per instructions from Walter, who said that it took a few minutes for the water to warm up.  As it was cold in the shower block I thought I would wait until the water was warm before undressing.  I was immediately blasted with freezing cold water.  I then took off my very wet pyjamas.  

The toilet block has been recently renovated and the shower curtains were being used as doors for the toilets.  I presume that once the doors are installed the curtains will be put into the shower cubicles.    All very odd.

And on the subject of camping grounds.  We think €2 is a bit expensive for a shower, especially as the camping grounds so far are not cheap, roughly about €24 to €28 per night.   The shower in the caravan now seems very appealing.

A very interesting method of drying clothes.  Very artistic.  

Wexford.  My apologies to anyone connected with Wexford, as the following words are not very complementary.  I know the mist was thick this morning, which always paints a gloomier picture of a place, but my initial impressions were not positive.   The town had an air of dilapidation and associated poverty.  

We walked along North Main and South Main Streets, trying to avoid the cars that were also using the narrow street.

These buildings were in need of some loving care.

However there were some very smart shops and boutiques lining the street.

The lovely woman in the Tourist Office gave us plenty of literature about Wexford, and it certainly is a very historic town.  It dates back to the Vikings with a strong Norman connection.  It is a port town, and there are some very old buildings, such West Gate Tower, Selskar Abbey, Keyser's Lane and Bull Ring.

Apparently it also has a significant artistic culture hosting a number of art galleries, an arts centre, local museums, street entertainment and a famed Opera House, which holds a twelve day season of opera once a year.

We decided not to linger any longer, and headed back to our caravan, relieved that we were driving somewhere else.

The drive on the N11/M11 was very relaxing.  The mist lifted which also lifted our spirits somewhat.   The countryside around us was hilly, with green fields and wooded areas.  We drove through some very picturesque villages.

Now we are in a really lovely camping ground, well maintained, and each site enclosed within its own little hedge.

Looking forward to tomorrow, a look at Dublin, and my birthday too.