The night was quiet, although some weirdo decided to pass right next to our camper. I, of course, played the brave one… but inside I was thinking: “Who are you and why don’t you smell like food?” We left around half past eleven, with breakfast still on our minds, not in our bellies. Twenty minutes by car and we arrived at Buckroney Dunes. Dunes, sand and freedom! I ran, sniffed and almost mistook myself for a seagull… well, almost.

We walked to the beach and enjoyed the good weather, which for me is a sign of crazy races and impossible jumps. After more than an hour in the car we arrived at Courtown, and surprise! The rain was there to remind us that not everything is fun. Zero walks, melancholic glances out of the camper window and the occasional complaint from me: “Dad, this isn’t a theme park, you know!”

Another hour on the road and we landed in Wexford, parked in Min Ryan Park. The entrance bar was two meters and ten, but miraculously it was open. Canine victory! We ate and rested, while the rain continued to make noise on the roof. The wind was blowing as if it wanted to play tug-of-war with me, so we decided it wasn't the place to spend the night.

Around seven o'clock we set off again and, after almost an hour of driving with our ears in the wind, we found a perfect place near Tintern Abbey. The rain continues, it’s getting dark, and there’s no one else around. Silence, tranquility and me watching every shadow, just in case. We'll sleep well here… and tomorrow who knows, maybe more dunes, more mud and, for sure, more adventures to tell you about.