The whole way down below to Ballycotton in your motorcar!

Occasionally I might mention to an older neighbour or relative that I'm going on some trippeen in the car to see someone and the place I'd be going to could be an hour or two drive.

And fairly often such statements would be met with complete shock "You're going all the way up over the mountains across the narrow bridge into the desert and through the long mucky road and into the fields and down the whole way deep inside of the middle of Bally****ingcotton..... TONIGHT!"

Is this a hangover from the days when getting around was more like the way it's in Game of Thrones or do distances seem longer when you get older?

I suppose we have also spawned a generation of people who think nothing of throwing €20 of daysul into their Hyundai Toose-hawn they bought on the PCP and driving for a few hours on a reasonably good quality road and have therefore lost all appreciation for the ease and accesibility of long distance travel