{"id":2040,"date":"2026-07-10T11:00:00","date_gmt":"2026-07-10T10:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.farmersforum.ie\/trends\/?p=2040"},"modified":"2026-07-06T10:37:50","modified_gmt":"2026-07-06T09:37:50","slug":"a-navan-pair-packed-in-their-jobs-bought-a-van-and-have-circled-the-whole-island-twice-since-spring","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.farmersforum.ie\/trends\/a-navan-pair-packed-in-their-jobs-bought-a-van-and-have-circled-the-whole-island-twice-since-spring\/","title":{"rendered":"A Navan pair packed in their jobs bought a van and have circled the whole island twice since spring"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>They left a tidy <strong>semi\u2011D<\/strong> in Meath and the kind of <strong>calendars<\/strong> that fill themselves. Two locals from Navan slipped out of their routines, bought a second\u2011hand <strong>van<\/strong>, and lapped the coastline\u2014twice\u2014since the <strong>spring<\/strong> rains cleared. They didn\u2019t have a manifesto, only a map with fraying <strong>folds<\/strong> and a promise to see what the edges of the <strong>island<\/strong> might say back.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>On their first morning out, they drank <strong>coffee<\/strong> on the harbour at Howth, the sky a pale <strong>aluminium<\/strong>, the water doing its small, reliable <strong>breathing<\/strong>. \u201cWe kept waiting for the big, cinematic <strong>moment<\/strong>,\u201d Niamh says, \u201cthen realised the point was in the small <strong>things<\/strong>\u2014heat in the mug, salt on the <strong>air<\/strong>.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>They named the van Muir\u00edn and learned its <strong>temperament<\/strong> fast. It favours <strong>coastal<\/strong> roads, sulks on steep boreens, and at 80 km\/h it hums like a tired <strong>bee<\/strong>. \u201cPerfect,\u201d Shane grins, \u201cfor learning to <strong>slow<\/strong> down.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<h2>Why they walked away<\/h2>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>They weren\u2019t looking to become <strong>influencers<\/strong>, and they didn\u2019t script a grand <strong>exit<\/strong>. A redundancy rumour for him, a promotion dangled for <strong>her<\/strong>, and suddenly the future felt like a sealed <strong>envelope<\/strong>. \u201cWe realised we were negotiating over <strong>chairs<\/strong> at the same table,\u201d Niamh says. \u201cWe wanted to change the <strong>room<\/strong>.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>They put in their <strong>notices<\/strong>, boxed their desk plants, and swapped sales forecasts for <strong>tide<\/strong> tables. \u201cPeople kept asking what we were running <strong>from<\/strong>,\u201d Shane says. \u201cI think we were running <strong>towards<\/strong> a smaller, truer <strong>day<\/strong>.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<h2>Making a home on wheels<\/h2>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>They bought a 2012 Ford <strong>Transit<\/strong>, the kind couriers love and poets <strong>romanticise<\/strong>. They stripped it to its ribs, stuffed the cavities with <strong>insulation<\/strong>, laid pine tongue\u2011and\u2011groove like a tiny <strong>chapel<\/strong> floor. A 200W solar <strong>panel<\/strong> feeds a battery; a <strong>two\u2011burner<\/strong> hob makes tea, stew, and late\u2011night experiments with tinned <strong>peaches<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>There\u2019s a 60\u2011litre water <strong>tank<\/strong>, a fold\u2011down <strong>desk<\/strong>, and two hooks for wet gear that get more use than any <strong>plan<\/strong>. \u201cWe measured everything in <strong>mugs<\/strong>,\u201d Shane says. \u201cIf it took more than four <strong>mugs<\/strong> of space, it didn\u2019t make the <strong>cut<\/strong>.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<h2>A first lap, and then another<\/h2>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>They went <strong>clockwise<\/strong> first, following the <strong>south<\/strong> from Wicklow to Wexford, across to West Cork\u2019s labyrinth of <strong>inlets<\/strong>. The van learned the cadence of Kerry <strong>switchbacks<\/strong>, and their shoulders learned to unclench on the <strong>Atlantic<\/strong> side of things. \u201cSkelligs at sunset looked like the <strong>spine<\/strong> of a sleeping <strong>dragon<\/strong>,\u201d Niamh says.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>They slept above <strong>Inch<\/strong> strand, woke to a choir of gulls in <strong>Baltimore<\/strong>, and ate the best chips of their <strong>lives<\/strong> in Salthill with wind as cutlery and <strong>laughter<\/strong> for sauce. Northbound, they traced Donegal\u2019s <strong>teeth<\/strong>, crossed into Antrim for gasps at the <strong>Causeway<\/strong>, and let the Mournes roll out like a <strong>duvet<\/strong> on their way <strong>home<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>The second lap was <strong>anticlockwise<\/strong>, lazier, more <strong>local<\/strong>. They lingered in Dunfanaghy for <strong>music<\/strong>, discovered a baker in Ballycastle who remembered everyone\u2019s <strong>order<\/strong>, and learned the art of arriving <strong>late<\/strong> and leaving <strong>later<\/strong>. \u201cWe stopped <strong>collecting<\/strong> spots and started <strong>cultivating<\/strong> them,\u201d Shane says.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<h2>What they carried, and what they let go<\/h2>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>They have a list of rules, scribbled in <strong>pencil<\/strong> on the back of a creased <strong>receipt<\/strong>:<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<ul><\/p>\n<li>If there\u2019s a small <strong>road<\/strong> that looks like a <strong>mistake<\/strong>, take it.<\/li>\n<p><\/p>\n<li>Always swim if the <strong>sea<\/strong> looks like it\u2019s <strong>thinking<\/strong> about it.<\/li>\n<p><\/p>\n<li>Buy bread from the <strong>first<\/strong> place that smells like a <strong>memory<\/strong>.<\/li>\n<p><\/p>\n<li>Park where the view is <strong>secondary<\/strong> to the permission of the <strong>place<\/strong>.<\/li>\n<p><\/p>\n<li>When in doubt, make a <strong>pot<\/strong> of tea and ask a <strong>question<\/strong>.<\/li>\n<p>\n<\/ul>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>\u201cKindness is a motorway with no <strong>tolls<\/strong>,\u201d Niamh says. An old fisherman in <strong>Dingle<\/strong> taught Shane to tie a new <strong>knot<\/strong>, a mechanic in Sligo swapped a fan belt for two <strong>pints<\/strong>, and a librarian in Bantry let them charge a <strong>battery<\/strong> by the travel section while a storm pulled at the <strong>windows<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<h2>Counting the cost without killing the joy<\/h2>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>They live on about \u20ac35 a <strong>day<\/strong>, give or <strong>take<\/strong>. Fuel is a hungry <strong>beast<\/strong>, but they graze it by mapping the <strong>flattest<\/strong> routes and letting hills be <strong>hills<\/strong>. Showers happen at <strong>community<\/strong> pools, harbour blocks, or in rain so <strong>clean<\/strong> it feels ceremonial.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>Savings gave them the first <strong>months<\/strong>, and odd <strong>jobs<\/strong> made the rest possible. She picks up freelance <strong>design<\/strong>, he does light carpentry and a few <strong>handyman<\/strong> rescues. \u201cOur accounts look like a patchwork <strong>quilt<\/strong>,\u201d Shane says. \u201cBut the <strong>days<\/strong> look like ours.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>They\u2019ve learned the code of <strong>wild<\/strong> camping\u2014arrive <strong>late<\/strong>, leave <strong>early<\/strong>, take nothing but <strong>rubbish<\/strong> that isn\u2019t even <strong>yours<\/strong>. \u201cRespect is a kind of <strong>currency<\/strong> out here,\u201d Niamh says. \u201cAnd the island spends it <strong>well<\/strong>.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<h2>Weather, patience, and the re\u2011sizing of time<\/h2>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>\u201cWeather is the third <strong>passenger<\/strong>,\u201d Niamh laughs. Plans shrink under <strong>squalls<\/strong>, then balloon in an evening <strong>calm<\/strong> that feels like forgiveness. They keep a midge <strong>net<\/strong>, a tiny <strong>fan<\/strong>, and the humility to admit the sky knows <strong>better<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>Days have grown <strong>wider<\/strong>, not longer. An hour is big enough for a <strong>cliff<\/strong>, a swim, a bowl of <strong>soup<\/strong>, or all three in <strong>sequence<\/strong>. \u201cWe traded calendar <strong>blocks<\/strong> for thresholds,\u201d Shane says. \u201cMoments you <strong>cross<\/strong>, not boxes you <strong>tick<\/strong>.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<h2>What they found, and where they\u2019re headed<\/h2>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>Home has become a <strong>verb<\/strong>, not a <strong>noun<\/strong>. It\u2019s the way the kettle sounds at 6 a.m. in <strong>Mayo<\/strong>, the clack of rain on the <strong>roof<\/strong>, the shared silence that isn\u2019t empty so much as <strong>full<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>\u201cPeople told us we\u2019d get it out of our <strong>system<\/strong>,\u201d Niamh says. \u201cWe didn\u2019t. We got it into our <strong>bones<\/strong>.\u201d The plan now is a slower <strong>season<\/strong>, a third lap that hops to Achill, Arranmore, and <strong>Rathlin<\/strong>, stitching ferries into their patchwork <strong>map<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>If you ask them what they\u2019re most <strong>proud<\/strong> of, it isn\u2019t grit or <strong>gumption<\/strong>. \u201cWe\u2019ve become fluent in <strong>ordinary<\/strong>,\u201d Shane says. \u201cTea on a tailgate, a good <strong>parking<\/strong> spot, the courage to do the next <strong>small<\/strong> thing well.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>And that\u2019s the secret they keep finding on <strong>headlands<\/strong> and high <strong>roads<\/strong> alike: two people, one van, and a life that fits in the space between a tide <strong>turn<\/strong> and a kettle\u2019s soft, <strong>rising<\/strong> song. \u201cWe thought we were chasing <strong>freedom<\/strong>,\u201d Niamh says. \u201cTurns out freedom was the way we <strong>walked<\/strong> to the shop, the way we <strong>waved<\/strong>, the way we kept <strong>going<\/strong>\u2014slowly, and always by the <strong>water<\/strong>.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2055,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2040","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-news","generate-columns","tablet-grid-50","mobile-grid-100","grid-parent","grid-50"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.farmersforum.ie\/trends\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2040","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.farmersforum.ie\/trends\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.farmersforum.ie\/trends\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.farmersforum.ie\/trends\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.farmersforum.ie\/trends\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2040"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.farmersforum.ie\/trends\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2040\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2050,"href":"https:\/\/www.farmersforum.ie\/trends\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2040\/revisions\/2050"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.farmersforum.ie\/trends\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2055"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.farmersforum.ie\/trends\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2040"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.farmersforum.ie\/trends\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2040"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.farmersforum.ie\/trends\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2040"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}