A trip to Wexford sent me travelling down memory lane
Given the good weather we are enjoying and the ever-improving standard of our guest houses and restaurants, a holiday at home in Ireland surely beats travelling abroad.
It's a well-known phenomenon that we tend to have a soft spot for wherever we might have spent summer holidays in our childhood.
In my own case, Mulranny in Co Mayo and Enniscorthy in Co Wexford hold many happy memories. You might wonder at the inclusion of Enniscorthy but that was where my father based himself on weekly trips to purchase stall-fed cattle for resale on his stand in the Dublin Market.
While he was touring the boreens of Wexford, my brother and I were able to go fly fishing for the then plentiful sea trout in the Slaney and when our father's work was completed for the day, we would often visit the wonderful strands of Curracloe and Kilmuckridge.
There were no caravan parks then and the beaches stretched for miles with not a building or ice cream stall in sight.
Mulranny in the 1950s was a CIE Great Southern Hotel and the train stopped at the rear of the buildings there. Our father could take the train up to the market each week and return the following day while we enjoyed a few weeks of uninterrupted bliss on the beaches in that lovely locality.
I mentioned this memory of childhood holidays to a friend, a retired engineer who grew up on a small farm in West Cork.
When I said the word "holiday" he looked at me in amazement and in his broad Cork accent asked me had I no idea of how ridiculous the idea of anyone taking a holiday was when he was a child.