Arklow to Waterford
The pattern so far has been 2 nights in the van 1 night in a hotel, it’s a good balance. The T5 doesn’t have a shower or toilet and after a few days, you start to feel the ick. It does have a rock and roll bed, two gas hobs and a sink, the passenger seat swivels and there is a table that clips onto the side.
Everything you need for a steak dinner. Once the top is popped you can stand up, which at 5”9 really heightens my experience.
Well rested and heading south, our destination was Passage East via a gorgeous beach that reminded me of Formby back home. A pine forest set next to a sandy beach, with dunes sky high and a wind that deafened.
Another Ireland observation, beef is abundant and so are public toilets, just saying.
We’re heading South just past Waterford to pay a visit to Susie and Keith, via the best butcher according to the internet. It’s Keith’s birthday and I’ve decided he needs a Irish slab of beef so we stop in New Ross.
Whilst in the Lidl carpark we stick the kettle on and do some maintenance on the van. A man pulls up next to us and asks if he can give us something to read, he’s full of purpose and I’ve just sat down with my cup of tea, so I hear him out.
His name is Raddick, born in Czech Republic he now lives here in Ireland. He’s spent many years in America where he met his wife. He knew from the minute he set eyes on her that she had something he didn’t have. An American passport, I wonder. A Rolls Royce perhaps? No of course not Maxine, she had Jesus in her heart.
He tells us about his two miracles, his first wife and his admiration of his current wife. It’s Easter Sunday, it’s his time to shine so I give him more air time than he deserves. After ten minutes or so I start to converse. It becomes clear he’s not here to listen. I know not to try and argue the Jesus out of his heart. So I quietly wonder why only in the heart. If Jesus did resurrect this weekend, I’d let him into any part of my body, not just the heart, but absolutely no holding hands! Anyway I’ve summarised the 30 minute sermon into a Limerick for my friend’s pleasure.
There once was a preacher in Lidl,
whose wife wouldn’t let him have a fiddle,
until he found Jesus
you better believe us,
and interrupted my sentences in the middle.
Sound of wheels skidding, we leave New Ross sharpish. We pass through Waterford and arrive in Passage East around beer o clock. The small village has 1 pub that you have to catch the ferry to which i find very amusing. Photo dump incoming.
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