The hay in Swansea was extremely comfortable.

My Good Self was tempted to while a little longer in this neck of the universe, however I remained fully aware of my responsibilities in life.

The Great Institution of Chatham Street had been sending out distress signals.

They were concerned for my welfare. The profit levels had taken a severe tumble.

Never fear, My Good Self is on the way.

Kicking off part two of the return voyage at Swansea train station, I soon encounter another hiccup. A collision at a nearby rail bridge means all trains in and out of Swansea are cancelled.

Will I ever get home?

Soon my knight in shining armour arrived. A train station official informs me I will be transported by complimentary taxi to Fishguard in order that I catch my ferry.

Clouds and silver linings.

Paul was my allocated taxi driver. A man well versed in music, politics, rugby and football, the conversation flowed freely between us and the 90 minute journey flew by.

Arriving into Fishguard in what seemed like no time at all, Paul delivered My Good Self right to the Stena Line check in desk. The ferry was delayed by almost three hours. It seems the Irish Sea was still misbehaving. All passengers were given a ten pound refreshments voucher and 20% off their next journey.

Onto the ferry and the crossing was a little on the roly poly side, but nothing too dramatic. The voyage was helped along by an exceedingly pleasant few hours in the company of Sharon, whom I had got chatting with in Fishguard.

Arriving into Rosslare port just before 8.30, My Good Self is feeling the need for a little rest and resuscitation.

It had been a long day. The Great Institution must wait a while longer.

I had heard many great things about Whites Hotel in Wexford.

Time to check it out.

And yes, Whites Hotel is a most pleasing place to hang out in, although the lay out is not altogether straightforward.

I spruce myself up and partake of some of the local life enhancing liquid in the hotel bar. Back in my room I catch up with the depressing news from the UK general election.

How can a country filled with intelligent people elect a clown?