share a tiny harbor in this seaside village. Quite lively in the summer months we
came all the way from Donegal to deliver a bottle of wine to a business associate of
my son's wife. Unable to locate our B&B we flagged down a car and asked if they could
use their cell to phone the B&B to get directions. Less than a hundred yards away a man
waved at us from his porch while speaking on his cell. That is how close we were and
hopelessly lost. We all had a good laugh over that.
The next day we ate at the Forge and I sketched this little reminder of our stay in Wicklow.
If you get the chance it is a nice place to go.
Music: The Rose of Mooncoin
