Seachain an duine a bhíonn ina thost

A weird thing happened to me on Saturday when I was coming back from Dublin. I walked down the ramp and off the ferry into the terminal, strolled through the baggage area and entered passport control only to find ... nobody.

Nothing.

And a big metal grille blocking the way out. They might as well have hung a big sign up saying "Sorry, Wales is closed today".

The hordes of people attempting to leave the ferry started to panic a bit and, in a rather odd, sheep-like manner, began to do laps. So everyone would walk into passport control, see the metal grille and turn left, climbing through a small gap back into the luggage area, then turn left again and walk back into passport control and so on ad nauseum. It was the most peculiar parade, traipsing around international territory in circles.

Eventually someone noticed a ferry had arrived (what a surprise! A ferry! At the designated time, in a ferry terminal!) and grumblingly allowed us to enter Wales. Most kind, dear security man, most kind.