Day 7: Ireland. Done.

Stats for the day: Miles: 102, Ft Climbed: 3800 Calories Burned: 8000ish Group Punctures: 0
Beard Status: Badger like. Undercarriage: Solid enough but with occasional numbness

Hello dear reader. This is a first, this post has been written on a boat! A bloody big boat at that; we’re sat in the bar of a ferry from Roslare en route to Pembroke and before you make the joke, no we are not peddling. ;)

Before we start, a quick thank you. The lovely people at Irish Ferries let us travel for free. Thanks guys, let us know if you want any pics.

After yesterdays mega spin, we woke up in our really rather posh hotel and headed to breaky. Surprisingly we were all in a half decent state, although the tiredness has aged us all massively, I could possibly blag a free bus pass at the moment. However we did have a dark cloud hovering over us, as we knew that we had to be on the ferry dock, a good 100+ miles away for 8. Given that we hadn’t finished before that time at any point this week, and that we needed a good 45 mins to get the bus packed it was a pretty solid deadline. We needed another day of hooning.

The first 15 miles saw us roll through Dublin, which seemed lovely, but then after that the entire day was about head down and powering on, much like yesterday. As result I didn’t really see much other than Andy B’s backside, (Which, when he stands up on the pedals in his lycra riding shorts is truly a sight to behold. You know how soft fruit goes a little wrinkly when it’s a few days old? Yeah, like that, but massive.) and all I can really tell you about Ireland is that the crossings beep all the time, and the driving seemed a bit shoddy. I’ll have to come back and do it properly, or at least not when we have to cover 230 miles in 2 days.

We got the train going again, but it was a different story to yesterday, where as much of that seemed flat, today was all about rolling hills, and lots of them. it was hard work, especially when our old foe the head wind came to say hello, but mainly down to Andy B’s impressive, relentless and at some times punishing pace we rolled into Wexford bang on time.

Now, I’m going to let you into a little secret: we actually didn’t ride too Rosslaire, the timings were too tight, we had to make the ferry, and after a little ‘diversion’ earlier we’d done our miles. After 125 miles yesterday, and 7 days solid riding I reckon you guys will let us off. What you think? I thought so, thanks.

So that’s another day and another country done, by the time this is uploaded we’ll be in Wales with only 3 days to go. Crikey. If you’d like to join us for the last leg let us know, but be prepared to hoon!

Have a good Friday, y’all. We have 70 miles of Welsh hills to get acquainted with.