Goodbye Ireland

16 August - And so it goes, I depart the Emerald Isle for the heart of the British Empire - i'd booked a courier to help carry one of the bags out to the port but managed to stuff everything into the rucksack sans stuff that I could wear for the trip. Only got a little bit lost on the way out to Dublin Port but found myself there with plenty of time to spare. Found a couple of London couriers (Scott and ...?) at the port waiting to follow the cars into the bowels of the ferry as the last of the internationals make their way out of Ireland. As I sit on the ferry awatch Ireland get smaller and smaller I can't help but think that i've left something behind. I hope it's not too important.
Always good to have company on a long journey, especially those with the foresight to bring food and alcomohol and the generosity to share it with those who didn't. Eventually found ourselves at Hollyhead and had to scrabble for the train where we passed through a bunch of towns including the famous Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwyll-llantysiliogogogoch (for some reason they didn't announce that one ... Can't think why) - nice train journey (very suspicious little girl must have gone to the toilet about 15 times on thejourney - probably got a Coke problem) and had to fight a quadriplegic for our seats but eventually made it to Crewe where there was another rush to join the next train which took us into Euston. Terribly enjoyable ride to Hackney,got lost, found a couple of commuters who were going in the right direction and followed them home. Now what ...?