I LOVE BEING A RETIREMENT REBEL IN IRELAND
When I drove onto the ferry at Holyhead to go across to Ireland in the early hours of the morning, I knew that I was in for a magical time over the next month because I had been over to Ireland many times as a child with my family and loved it and latterly to visit various friends. Little did I know that it would turn out to be far more magical than I had envisaged. The crossing was very bumpy with force eight gales. Despite that I managed to drop off to sleep for a couple of hours. I arrived at the Port of Dublin around six o clock in the morning. I drove to Lucan on the outskirts of Dublin to my friend Anita's house. There was a handy spot to park up just right outside her house. It was marvellous to see a friendly face. She laid on a great Irish welcome for me, a full Irish breakfast. We spent a few hours chatting and catching up on the gossip then I headed off to start my month long trip exploring the Emerald Isle. I drove down the East Coast to a campsite in...