Europe
I waited for a telephone callback from the Gerry Ryan
Show at a Ford dealer near Haverford West, but there was no
news at all. I might have been a bit late calling. Staff at the
dealership told me there were ferry cancellations that
morning due to the stormy weather. Concerned at my
apparent plight, the young girl on reception called the ferry
company for me and confirmed that the afternoon ferry
would sail. Thanks to everyone at Ford in Haverford West!
It didn’t take long from there. The rain stopped and my
mood brightened as we flew towards Fishguard down a
gentle hill. The town attracted us like a powerful magnet.
The last hill downward stretched for about 10 kilometres.
Then suddenly we were at the harbour.
I wept in spite of myself when I saw the Irish tricolour on
the ferry.
I could almost reach out and touch Ireland. (from "Against the Wind" - Poolbeg Press)
