Monday, 04-23-18 (continued) Boarded our brand-new-looking Ryanair 737 and soared east and south, taking particular notice of the English Channel, visible from the air off Sussex. Got to Gatwick in a jiffy and reclaimed our baggage. After some confusion, we made our way via driverless inter-terminal shuttle, reminiscent of the horizontal elevator transport at Getty …
Sat, 04-21-18 (continued) Breezed out of Dungarvan with many blessings from host Brian. He’ll be retiring in a year and seeks someone to run the place. Examined maps and planned a route to the capital’s outskirts, hoping to figure the rest later. Smooth sailing most of the way, ‘cept for one near-scrape with a truck …
Wednesday, 04-18-18 In Cairbre House, Abbeyside, Co. Waterford, Ireland. 51 deg, 78%, SSE 23 g32, all cldy, dew point 45 deg, pressure 29.97”, 3 mile visibility. We were just across the River Colligan from Dungarvan, which we could see outside our second-story window. The sea’s fluctuations here are nearly 12 feet. Breakfast was fab and …
Friday the 13th came at last. Not finding granola, I prepared myself breakfast: a couple eggs with bread quarters. When others arose, I enjoyed cereal for dessert. Presented LH a signed copy of Party Weird and gave another to Janet, our-hostess-to-be in Ireland. Lots more coming and going included many other new (to us) faces, …
April 9. Packed most everything, then strolled over to the Bell for eggs Benedict and smashed avocado on bagel. Stopped at Lloyd’s Bank to exchange three obsolete pound coins for the same number of new ones. Stepped to the Post Office to convert a few dollars into even fewer pounds. Returned to Room 16 to …
Sunday, April 8. Packed up a snack basket, some maps, and appropriate apparel, then zoomed west along A303, past the iconic stone monument once again. The day was cloudy with intermittent drizzle, so we used windshield wipers front and back. Lina was my navigator, using her prepared route list and online maps, such as they …
One is advised to book your trip to Stonehenge in advance, reserving a time. We did that the night before, online. Enjoyed another full English breakfast, this time in the George, then rolled north past Woodhenge and west through Larkhill. Looked in vain at the latter place for the exploded detention camp depicted in V …
Friday, April 6 (my seven-month birthday), was a great day to relax and get to know our accommodations. The George rises to three stories. Two wings, running west and north, stretch over the first level. Our room sits up two flights of stairs and down an uneven hall past nonstandard doorways of varying heights. Floors …
Up and at ’em. After helping myself a bowl of muesli and cow milk, Jonathan prepared a fulfilling breakfast of eggs, bacon, and toast. I wrote some, then Linda and I took a walk in the sunny, cool morning along the bike path and through a sheep field to the ancient church, St. George’s. There …