Turning the corner

First off, apologies for the lack of blogs, although I can text twitter I haven't set up our blog to text updates. Now we're in a foreign country it costs us for overseas roaming on our iPhones, so to avoid any unpleasant surprises we can only blog when we get to a WiFi zone.

We could get WiFi reception in the harbour masters office in Kilmore Quay, but we couldn't find any in Arklow.

We left Kilmore at 7:45 and had to motor sail into the wind toward Carnsore Point at the South East corner of this beautiful country. Once around the corner we were able to sail.

We had a visit from a Naval Patrol Boat, who radioed us up and asked us lots of details, from our names and addresses to Pixie's vital statistics. Luckily our infromation was understood, and my memory of phonetic alphabet didn't let me down. The fun started as the Naval Patrol Vessel then contact a boat sailing astern of us. Being nosey, we thought we'd listen in. It turns out they were Norweign. Picture the scene of a Norweign trying to phoneticly spell his name and his address with ø's gallore. I felt for both the operator who was having to take down this information, as well as the poor Norweign, for having to understand a strong Irish accent, and spell his and his crews names and their addresses. You could almost hear the form being torn up as the Naval Patrol Radio Operator was loosing the will to live.

The rest of the trip to Arklow started off well, the wind went round and we were able to get out the cruising chute...until the wind died and we were left no option but to motor the rest of the way.









Arklow was a prettly little place to stay the night, but a walk into the town reminded us about something we hadn't been missing. The motor car.

The bridge over the Avoca River is to us now a very busy road, not having been in contact with cars for a while, we were left a little overwhelmed by them all. Just enough time to go back to Pixie for a whisky and some chocolate.