TESTicle TESTicle 1,2,3 !!!

Well, the end of our WAW has come to a premature halt ☹️ (we are going to resume next year 🙃). We always knew we wouldn't be able to cover the 1600 miles in 3 weeks, but Paul had hoped we would get up to Achill Island, just off County Mayo. We have been lucky thus far with booking sites on the day, which has given us so much flexibility to extend or bypass places as we have wanted. Anyhow, we (Paul actually, but I will take one for the team😉) had not considered it is Bank Holiday weekend (the week after UK, Spring Bank) for the Republic of Ireland, the sun is also shining ☀️ and every where (and I mean EVERYWHERE) is booked up, for the long weekend 🥴 and you can only book for the full weekend not a day or two. We spent this morning engrossed in the map (or at least I did), Paul is more focused on the number of reviews each site has, irrelevant of availability or not 🤔) The only logical option we had was to get across the border to Northern Island as it wasn't a BH. The soonest we could get onto a site in NI was Saturday, 1st June. After collaring Chris (the owner of the hippie site 😛), he could accommodate us for one more night (Thursday) with electricity and would try and find us somewhere on the site but not an official pitch for Friday. It sounded like a plan 👌. Loaded with a bag of washing (Paul was scared the shower basin would fall through with the weight of dirty clothes!) he handed it to Chris's daughter to wash for us 😎)
After our morning of admin, we bravely decided to go for a swim 🏊‍♀️ 😲. I am not going to lie it is so cold. It starts to get easier when your body is so numb and you can't feel it anymore. It doesn't half feel good after when you get out. I am not going to go into the full detail of today's experience for Paul in the sea. But all he kept shouting was "testicle, testicle 123". I think he might have lost them for a time (sorry guys and gals 😶‍🌫️). After the swim, Paul cycled off to the nearest pub/shop in Claddaghuff 3km away for refreshments and rice. It was the first time the bikes had come off since we started our journey. Anyway, he had not been gone 10 minutes, and he was back, pushing his bike. The chain had snapped, his fault, he said. He forgot how to use the gears ⚙️ 🤐. So he swapped bikes and grabbed mine. I'm not sure how he is going to ride it. It's got a woman's seat for comfort (if ever there was a comfortable bike seat), if you know what I mean 😉. I can only think whatever was lost in the cold sea had not yet been found 🤣🤣. I can only assume he had found the shop and the pub as I got a picture sent through on WhatsApp of his pint. Apparently, he was waiting for me to reply to what wine I wanted from the shop 🤨. When he finally returned, it was time for a chilled evening. Chicken curry for Paul and watching the sunset 🌇 (heaven) Czytaj więcej