The Irish Adventure

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Paul Robinson 10 C

The Irish Adventure

The sea was choppy and rough; a lot of people were feeling very sick. An hour later and we were arriving in Dublin's 'fair city' for the start of our Irish adventure. We were very excited, as the holiday was one of the few high points in a year when dad had been very ill.

The little I had heard of Ireland was of bombs, shootings, protests, troops and the Eurovision Song contest. I felt very nervous because of all of that but I was also excited and curious of what was going to be there.

Our adventure began straight away; we were staying in a hotel, which overlooked the beautiful sandy Irish beaches. In the bay stood three majestic islands shrouded in the late evening mist. We spent the next three days looking around the interesting city of Dublin, in the rain, and the local countryside in thankfully better weather. Dublin itself was like any city. It was busy, loud and full of people in a hurry. The river was a sludgy green, which the local wildlife avoided as if they knew something we should.

It was