After a lazy sleep in, it’s time to explore Wexford. We have a lovely spot right on the harbour.
We bike in over the harbour (still loving my bike!) and take in the local sights. Wexford has a rich and ancient history. Parts of the village still have the old city wall and watch towers intact which date back to Norman and Viking times.
There are a series of churches too – quite a number for a small town, including St Patrick’s Church dating back to 1420, and a pair of churches opened in the 1800s. We see at least 3 others. Devoted, in this corner of the world.
We go on a historical walk through the town, then stop for a nice lunch and bike back. It’s a perfect sunny day.
Time to relax and read. I’m re-reading A Prayer For Owen Meany – a favourite. Thank goodness for Google books. It’s saved me from lugging around kilograms of books. I tear through books when on holidays. E-books make it so much easier.
Such an early start tomorrow for the ferry – I can feel insomnia starting to take hold. It’s a guarantee of not being able to sleep – having to get up early. Just as well Chris sleeps and wakes so well.