Naturally, it was raining when we arrived at Rosslare in the grey early morning. Coming off the ferry we had to remind ourselves to drive on the left. It was lovely to see the green hills of Ireland, even if they were a bit soggy. Insofar as a large MPV with UK plates, a roof box and bicycles hanging off the back can sneak, we snuck under an awning at a filling station and fired up our little gas stove to heat up a pre-prepared thermos of coffee. This is what the world had come to – no more popping into a little bar for a macchiato, a cortado or a noisette. After our picturesque stop, off we went to Ballylanders and Nanna and Grandad’s house. Hi Ho!