Inch

Inch 21

I obeyed all the off road rules with this river crossing.

I learnt about this river crossing situated at the end of our valley during the Lodge breakfast. That Irish country gent loved it here and often came down from Waterford to walk. ‘It leads to the Artillery target area where it ends. Dublin men on Friday nites come up and practice aiming there.’ I am with you sirs. You are bigger then me. I could not defend those sinners that make mischief with long standing democracy and freedom ideals.’ I later said to myself. This Irish gent holds another Key to truth. He had no sense of humour and was utterly ridged in all his views. He even went onto make the most ridiculous statement on the Quest. ‘We don’t have footpaths to the highest mountains here like you. This is so as it keeps the inexperienced walker safe from bad weather. They are safe if they stay on the paths.’ Don’t rise to it, David, it is a lure…I did not. So here you have it. A non-Dubliner, who hates Dublin, but had to elevate his perceived high civilization through PC. The small soul had to fall back on PC to get his international self-esteem with me! Little did he know my colours as he just wanted to tell me ‘what is what’. You see, the key here is, one has to remember…. for Ireland to have retained its destructive religious views on abortion and birth control for so long there had to be a lot of crabs like this one voting. Now losing traditional channels to piety they prey on with PC for a bible!
 

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Inch 22

On route to Rosslaire, and the Sunday morning ferry the next day, we came upon the only Tribute to Our Lady. She is not needed anymore with the extensive social services from Dublin providing the most necessary comforts. In the end she was true to her prayers.

The last day proved to be unexpectedly memorable. The Wicklow coast is full of the most amazing sandy beaches. And the town of Rosslaire much better then you would think from a ferry port (low standards set here by the likes of Dover and Calais). One thing remained to be done. ‘Oysters and Stout’. These were provided at a place called the Lobster Pot that evening.

The last keystone I found is this. Make sure you are sitting down. The people betray Dublin’s trust. Dublin allows them the easiest access to the road. An essential basic freedom given easily. To drive a car all the Irish have to do is drive one with an L plate paying a higher rate of insurance till they pass their test. The shame of Ireland rarely show an ‘L’ or even go on to take the Test.
 

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Inch 23 and the end.....

Epilogue

As I settled on the Ferry home the Captain announced ‘the sea is calm but by the evening winds are expected to rise to Gale force.’ We got into Fishgard at noon but the winds and rain were now relentless. So ‘Inch’ and I ‘holed up’ in a Travelodge before we got to Swansea. Still 150mls from home. This wise move was affirmed by the weather reports I watched after I finished my book.

Oh, sorry, did I say ‘Inch’. Of course I did. The bike was not happy at the first name Donald. I was pulling his leg about his duck like beak. We discussed the matter often. He then pulled a ‘fast one’ by claiming to be female. Of course you are divine my sweetie. A good tactic because, after all, we were heading into the bastion of ‘PC Ireland.’ But sadly for ‘Donna’, at this point, the divine feminine in Ireland don’t do gender politics. There are many of them in high business and self confident without PC. As for most married men out there; husbands are helpless in day to day life and direction without the wife. Thankfully, some of my English buddies have settled down and accepted that too!

At ‘Inch beach’ the bike and me bonded. The bike wants to be known as Inch as it means how we will go on…. Fun adventures and Facing down adversity. But most of all, seeking to be worthy to each other, at the end of time. Sent onto Inch beach that day were a Chalice and a Sword from Kent to save us as a sign of this coming. Inch and I will make meaning of that special moment in time.

The book had a big affect on us. Some references from it are in this tale and thus make it also a tale of the Holy Grail, perhaps. The book also said the signs and influence of the Grail are everywhere in life if we only could see them. Well, the first test came when I needed the loo at a beach. In front of me was a latrine block with no markings, and why not? These remain Ireland’s possibilities. Which way do I go? Well, the Swords are on the right so I went to the right. Very spooky indeed.

What of the PC mystery of the Irish we set out to find?…… We remain Inch’s, just Inches, away from the Truth……:beerjug:
 
2 feet !

Curiously, this seems to be written in a language not unlike English.
 


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