I always say I'm going to take tons of pictures when we're on vacation, then I get home and realize I've taken, like, twelve. Oh well. Maybe next time.
Here are a few I took in Arklow and Gorey. First we stopped off at a newsagent's to pay our M50 bridge toll.
Then we strolled the streets of Arklow, stopping in at a few charity shops. I only found one treasure, a little stuffed Garda doll, now christened Ambrose Egan.
Gerry eyed up the Wicklow legs of lamb in the window of the butcher shop. Auntie Helen cooked one for him the next day.
More piles of potatoes outside at the greengrocer's.
And the distinctive shape of the Irish Christmas trees.
Then onto Gorey, where we stopped at King Cod for fish and chips and mushy peas.
And finally a stroll through Gorey with a stop to buy one of our favorite Christmas puddings.