
Several weeks, wrong turns, stretches of glorious beach and a frustrating lack of paths later, Barbara McCarthy emerged happy … but with notes
Wexford town shimmered in the distance like a mirage. Standing beyond Raven Point, at the southernmost tip of Curracloe beach, it didn’t feel like Ireland. Corsican pine trees, sand dunes, blue skies and water abounded.
But Google Maps was sending me back to Curracloe along the main road into Wexford. That would take another four hours. As the crow flies, it looked like a fraction of that. After walking all the way from Howth, I couldn’t face another detour — I had a train to catch. But I wasn’t sure about the tides or land here either. What could I do?. Read more>>
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