Five long days

Five long nights in Arklow town
Much longer than we ought'er
Five long nights just messin' around
Bunkin' down, on the water


Some say a sign of madness is when one starts thinking in rhymes. Enough said.

We planned to set sail from lovely Arklow slighly before the crack of dawn tomorrow at 4am, availing of both tide and wind. However, due to a couple of unforseen circumstances, the collective decision was taken to "abandon ship" here and head for drier climes until the great journey can be resumed post the big wedding in Dingle next week.
Whilst somewhat disappointing, this has the added benefit of allowing us the opportunity to revisit Arklow much earlier than we could have hoped for, even in our wildest dreams! The launderette quarter, barber town - in every second doorway a dodgy hirsute old man wielding a cut-throat, atmospheric market places with exotic names - Aldi, Dunnes. Who could resist another sojourn here. And so soon!
So - for the moment, we will cease to pen these widely anticipated publications, but rest assured that they will be resumed post a lengthy break for the wedding.

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