We missed a few ports due to bad weather and the necessity for tendering before we got to Fishguard. A storm has passed through the Irish Sea, leading to rough seas and high waves -- a recipe for a tough tender ride. It's calmed down now, but even this tender ride from ship to shore was just a little rough.
This is a delightful little town, well kept and pretty.
Everybody know where we're going?
Crocheted flowers. Crocheting must be the town industry, as you'll see in a moment, although the artisan craft shop didn't have any.
It's a small town -- this is High Street, the shopping street.
This mural depicts the "Red Cloak" women who defeated the invading French in 1797. From a distance the red cloaks looked like British regulars so the French assumed they were outnumbered and either surrendered or retreated, depending on who's telling the story.
Every bollard in the city had a crocheted cover, and there were quite a few. And they all looked fresh and clean.
This pub didn't plan well for the appearance of a 1200 passenger cruise ship in the harbor. They ran out of food shortly after noon.
St. Mary's Church
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