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20th December 2016
12:18am GMT
Ah, Wexford.
Home of huge strawberries, stellar spuds and enough camper parks to make your heart swell with childhood nostalgia.
And, as if that wasn't enough, some of the most beautiful sights in the land. Check these...
Isn't it just hideous? Avert your eyes.
Sunny south east doing what it does best.
Neither weathered, nor touched by the ravages of age.
Lucky for some...
Just a casual Victorian castles restored meticulously to perfection. No big deal.
We said restored to PERFECTION.
Looking less like cumbersome mountains and more like heavenly, well, heaven.
Groynes is potentially the ugliest word in the world, yet these still manage to be glorious.
Don't they just look like everybody's childhood?
Ah yeah.
S'grand.
A large rock and grass. Yet it looks like this.
''..everywhere the light touches is The Strawberry Pickers' kingdom...''
Did you ever think an old, crumbling pile of rubble could look this breath-taking?
If it's one thing Wexford has nailed, it's seascapes.
And landscapes.
And possibly, sandscapes.
It looks like this? In the rain?!
Here we go with the groynes again... Looking like jewels in the Wexford crown.
Picturesque is as picturesque does.
The charming Wexford town. Ain't she purdy.
