Day 14 Wednesday 27th May 2009 Dublin to Wexford

Day 14 Wednesday 27th May 2009 Dublin to Wexford.
After any easy morning Fay and I left the hotel to walk about 400 meters along a level tram track to catch a tram to Connolly Rail Station where our would train leave for Wexford at 1:05pm. Most of the group had gone before. The train left on time. At first the train travelled along elevated tracks; we were able to look down on everyone on the streets and some gardens. After about ¼ hour we were back down to earth and very soon we reached the coastline. The beaches were of grey sand; some were shingle; I counted about ten hardy souls swimming in the calm sea. For a while the houses in the small villages were mostly white with grey roof tiles. Later they were greys and browns. About ¾ of the way to Wexford we left the seashore and headed inland where the yellow flowering gorse made a lovely contrast against the green fields of grass. We arrived at Wexford on time at 3:27pm after having travel about 136km. John led us across a very busy narrow street; then up another narrow street; round a corner into an even narrower one way street for cars. Fortunately the footpaths were wider. After turning the next corner to the right it was the foot paths turn to become narrower. At times we were forced to walk on the road slowing the traffic; the drivers were very patient. I was get visions of arriving at a small boutique hotel but when we turned the last corner to the left, what a surprise; the Whites of Wexford was a huge hotel set amongst generally small buildings apart from the cathedrals. After settling Fay into our room I went to check the town out. It was mainly old but quaint. On one narrow street I spotted a front door in a small stone cottage which when I stood in front of reached only to the top of my eyes; it was approx. 168cm. There was a lot of traffic which appeared to move very fast considering the narrowness of the streets. Eventually I found a shopping street with good shops. Eventually I found the waterfront where fishing boats were tied up. I asked our bus driver the next morning what sort of fish they caught; his reply “all sorts”. The afternoon all most over I hastened back to the hotel; we were dining as a group at 7;00pm; then early to bed for an early start next day.