2.07.2015 Thursday – #mywexford

July 2: Quad Attack!  Follow link for all details! I was meant to quickly pop into this spot for a few minutes on my way to Dublin this afternoon – needless to say – thanks to the exceptional hospitality of Ailing and John Cullen at Quad Attack just outside Clonroche – The Big Smoke had to get […]

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1.07.2015 Wednesday – #mywexford

  July 1: Let the quest begin! Besides one brief visit to Croke Park for a disastrous match many years ago – I blush to confess, but I have never been to any hurling match, not even to speak of practice. So I was delighted to spend my first day in Oilgate/Glenbrien pitch watching an U6 […]

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Day 14 – Ground Hog Day

So Day 13 turned out to be pretty lucky for me after all. Simple really – I made it. Now for some stats. In 13 days I….. – Walked approx 420 000 steps -Burnt approx 45 500 calories -Put on 0.5kg (or one pound for the non metrics) -Saw 40 shades of Green – and […]

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Day 12 – An Immigrant’s Tale

The significance of me walking to New Ross today and ending it at the Emigrant Flame in front of the Dunbrody Famine Ship was planned. Some might not know why, but last June sitting on the Quay listening to the tale of the Irish Emigrant Kennedy story leaving these shores and finding life on the […]

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Day 11 – Mind over Matter

Tonight I simply cannot write too much, as I have to rest my most important muscle… my brain. To say that at this stage I am physically in bits would be a slight euphemism, but a few more tapes, needles and prods from the very selfless Siobhan Guiry should keep me strapped in for the […]

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Day 10 – R-E-S-P-E-C-T

When I was walking through Stamullen which now feels like months ago, I walked past a school, and the kids were on their lunch break. It was a beautiful sunny day and they were all playing outside. I had taken my earphones out as you do when entering a populated area (An Trek Fada etiquette […]

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Day 9 – What shin?

Part of the wonders of this journey is that I am a most unlikely poster child for anything physical! Built like a brick shithouse, I’m more the type of person you want in a drunken arm wrestling contest than a marathon walk, but in that lies the humour in itself – so let me continue. […]

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Day 8 – Motorways

Speeding along life’s continuously speedy route, we are excused if we miss a beat, or a trick, because really…. really, I was just SO busy. And we have it all planned out. Being a grown-up is SO much easier than being a child or god forbid, a misunderstood teenager. But then as we walk along […]

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