Rosslare Harbour

As the next highlight, we have chosen a beach near Rosslare Harbour. The days are beautifully warm and we just want to relax and hang out.
There's only a picture of the journey. The combine harvester tries to turn left into a field. The son pulls out a bunch of keys, tries them one by one, none of them fit. A small traffic jam forms behind us. Finally, the farmer gets out, goes to the gate, also tries all the keys, the right one doesn't seem to be among them all very chilled. He comes up to me, calmly explains the problem and asks if I could spare a minute. If it's urgent for me, he would ask us and the entire queue to reverse and let us pass. Nope, I have a year's time, I said with a wink, he laughs, nice guy

He makes a call for the right key. After that, he turns left into a small driveway, wants to let us pass, "that doesn't fit" my co-driver warns.

But it fits, once again centimeter work, folding in the mirrors. A cheerful honk, the farmer waves, off we go.