The Pride of Arklow Town

It seemed I was not alone in my thoughts of shipwrecks! About 10 minutes after we lifted anchor, the rescue helicopter came on a low sweep overhead. I waved up in a saluting fashion as opposed to a frantic distressed wave, and off they went towards Arklow, only to come back again for another low pass. I could see their faces! I guess someone must have thought we were in trouble and called them.

Continue reading