Wexford
Date:     10th April 2003
Travellers:    Brian Thompson
                     Paul Pearson
                     Colm Hawe
                     John P. Delaney
We touched down in Wexford town around 12ish. We drove straight across the bridge and up into a car park. I showed the lads a piece of art that was there, and we all agreed it was crap. Colm and myself had a look at another tourist map but that was no good to us either. I had suggested collecting a stone in Curracloe, which is the longest beach in Ireland. No one objected so off we set for the beach.

I had a rough idea of where to go but it looked different at night. I found the Curracloe village handy enough but I forgot to take a turn and we got a bit lost. I drove for a while before turning around. Eventually I found the beach and we all hopped out of the car. I led the way to the beach, where we climbed up along wooden steps before legging it down to the sand. The boys seemed very impressed with the beach, although sand in the runners was a cunt. For anyone that hasn�t been to Curracloe, the beach there is miles long, and has very deep sand. I suggested that we take off our shoes, and everyone did except JP who was already cold due to his lack of a jacket. The rest of us were freezing now because the sand was very, very cold. Running around didn�t warm us, but standing in the one spot did.

As our trip depended on getting a stone, we had to search for one to add to the collection. And as the beach was mainly stand, and a few shells, finding a stone was going to be tough in the dark. Eventually we all succeeded and after the usual christening of the stone by wetting it, we headed for our shoes and socks and back to the car.

As we ran up the hill, we struggled as the sand was so deep, I hit Colm an awful clatter into the face with my flailing arms. I apologise Colm. We put back on our footwear and headed for Wexford town again. Pecker got out some money and we left the sunny south east for the hole we call Limerick.

On the way home, we stopped for petrol outside New Ross and the lads got some refreshments. That consisted of a few bars and a drink, but JP took it a step further and ordered a breakfast roll. It was stone cold and it was one that was prepared for the following morning. To this day I don�t think he knows what was in it, but he ate it all the same. After 2 hours driving, we touched down at home and another successful CASA trip was over. I fell asleep straight away as it was past 3 in the morning.
God knows when the next CASA trip will be, but hopefully it will be soon.
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