The Bermuda Triangle by Geoff Cronin
People think they know where the Bermuda Triangle is – They don’t!
I can tell you where it is – it’s a few miles off Wellington Bridge in the County Wexford. At least that’s the feeling I got the first time I drove round that area.
I was new to Co. Wexford at the time and I fondly imagined that when a signpost pointed in a certain direction that was the way to go, until a local told me that I couldn’t take that for granted because the chaps (young lads) turned them around for sport!
But to get back to the point of my story – I had made a call in the area, late in the afternoon in question, and was heading back to Wexford – or so I thought – and when I came to the same crossroads for the second time, I decided I needed help of some kind. The area I found myself in was I discovered later Carrig on Bannow, and I stopped the car and decided to wait on some passer-by to give me directions.
After about five minutes a man on a bicycle came towards me, head down, travelling on the wrong side of the road and I blew the horn at attract his attention. Well he saw the car, too late, and trying to stop he fell onto the bonnet of the car.
I need not have been concerned, however, for he picked himself up, laughing and saying, “wasn’t that a good one now, I never saw you till I fell over your car!”
I said I hoped he wasn’t hurt and he laughed again and said, “not at all sir.”
I said, “perhaps you could direct me how to get on to the Duncannon Line.” Referring to the main road to Wexford.
“Sure, of course I can,” he said, “amint I a native of the area?”
“OK,” I said, “which way do I go?”
“Wait now,” he said, “till I see which way is the best for you?” Then he adjusted his cap and half closed his eyes and went on thus :-
“Carry on this road and take the next turn left, go through the next cross and you’ll see two cottages the like of that one there – pass them by and take the road to the Post Office and you’ll know it ’cos ’tis painted yellow, but a quarter of a mile before you come to that take a right and then a left and go up the hill and you’ll meet the Duncannon Line. Now you could get petrol at the Post Office and the woman that runs that place is an O’Brien from Duncormick, she has black hair and her husband is a big fat fella and she has two fine looking daughters and her sister is a very clever woman and she’s over the vegetables in the mental hospital in Enniscorthy etc. etc.
Eventually I cut him short and thanked him as I started the car and prepared to move off in the general direction he had indicated. Just as I did however, he took a fit of laughing and tears ran down his face. “Wasn’t that a good one now sir,” he said, “I was turned the wrong way when I was giving you directions!”
My own internal compass came to the rescue in the finish and I found my way on the Duncannon Line and home, no thanks to my erstwhile friend!
One thing I discovered during my time in Wexford – the village of Taghmon is four miles from everywhere according to the signposts. Quite true in fact if you could drive across the fields!
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Advice given to a Co. Wexford boy on the occasion of his first solo trip to New Ross by bicycle: “All you have to do is follow the telegraph poles and you’ll get to New Ross, but remember they’ll be on the other side on the road when you’re coming back.”
©Geoff Cronin 2008
About Geoff Cronin – 1923 – 2017
There were few jobs that Geoff could not turn his hands to, and over the years he mastered an impressive number of professional undertakings. Master baker and confectioner, mobile cinema operator, salesman, band leader, senior executive and master wood turner, storyteller and writer.
Geoff Cronin published his first book in 2005 at age 82. The Colour of Life is a collection of stories of life in Waterford during his childhood and early adulthood in the 1920s, 30s and 40s. This was followed by two further books that related tales of further adventures in Waterford and Dublin.
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