Bird delayed my departure, curious and friendly he was all over me and into everything especially the worm like yellow strings on my tent. I was sorry to leave him, a rare encounter with a plucky feathered orphan. He was fed on mushed up puppy food, I fared a little better at Maloney’s Diner.
Eventually leaving, the previous day posted to the internet, I encountered Noel, a fellow biker and better writer than I, who contributes to madornomad.com and generously gave me pointers for my goal of seeing the Mountains of Mourne. I still got lost but that is part of the fun.
Thirsting for refreshment I headed south across the border, stopped near Blackrock and booked the ‘D Hotel’ in Drogheda where they kindly let me park my bike on-site beside the conference room. Showered and still not refreshed I sought relief in The Mariner, the Noel Nugent, the Hole in the wall and, finally Ollie’s. Somewhere along the way I found it and unsurprisingly slept well that night.
Le Mans man 