Hello

[tommcg]

Hello Have had a couple of Berlingo vans 

Looking forward to some chats

[GerryL]

Hello Have had a couple of Berlingo vans 

Looking forward to some chats

Hello
Welcome to the forum!
Put your current Berlingo in your signature so people can see what you have.

Gerry
Hope my signature works!

[Gryffindor]

We drove round most of Ireland on three successive hols in a Transit many moons ago, but not a Berlingo. I fell in love with Connemara whilst bro and sis learnt a bit of Gaelic in the pubs. Aaah, pochin.... can't remember much else.

On the third year we visited friends who lived in a cottage on Inishfree Upper off the Donegal coast, and spent an idyllic week on a tiny island which was mostly peat bog and fossilised tree stumps. My kind of place. Had to bribe a fisherman to take us over in his boat.

[Sol]

I spent 6 months working in Bray, County Wicklow (in the Southern Cross Estate) in the 90s when proper Guinness (red tap, locals will know what that is...) was 1.50 punts a pint. Everything was a blur after a few of those. We got a tenner a day subsistence and the hotel barman used to bring out the Potcheen at night when we crawled back....great times.

Sitting in Clancy's bar in Bray, and the Dubliners turned up and played a live jam while sitting in one of the wee booths around a table across from us.....that was magic.

[Gryffindor]

Aye, it all sounds very familiar. I have to say that those people were the warmest, most generous, most friendly to us as strangers I've ever met anywhere. Some days would mostly be hours-long natters with someone or other we met on the way, not so much the sightseeing we'd planned!

We met a Garda roadblock once, driving through Limerick one late evening looking for somewhere to park up for the night past the town. Finding somewhere was difficult because of very thick fog and very thin country lanes. I didn't tell my siblings but we were followed out of the town until I did find what looked like the tiniest of laybys to park up in, then the car following us did a U turn, came past us the other way, and we never saw it again. Must have been checking my story.

I woke up early-ish the next morning, peered out of the window, and realised that we'd parked across the driveway to a big grand house - and a man was walking down it towards us! With visions of shotguns and shattered windscreens buzzing round my head I leapt into the driver's seat and was starting the engine when he reached us. Before I could say anything, he asked if we wanted any hot water!

We all ended up in such a conversation with him, once my siblings had regained consciousness, that our van didn't move an inch till about lunchtime!

One of our overnight stops was in the grounds of an abandoned ruined monastery somewhere in Wicklow or Wexford; I wish I'd remembered its name. We also stayed over at Glendalough on two of our hols. A magical valley.