Friday, travelling; mostly confined to England and Wales. Two people, two dogs, one car, approximately 45 pieces of luggage (for luggage read large Tesco carrier bags). The dogs don't pack very well. I think it's a lack-of-thumbs issue. It's hard for them to do up zips, stuff undies into shoes, etc..
Saturday promises ferries over the Irish Sea, likely to be punctuated with extended periods of barking from the vehicle hold. Yes, dogs are restricted to the car level, which is then locked and off-limits for the duration of the crossing. Crossing possibly marred by unbidden but persistent visions of ferry sinking and dogs drowning. I think the dogs' valium is the same as the human kind. So. You know.
Sunday will be mostly spent in a state of deep relaxation, with a chance of naps and dog walks at first, but there will be increasing incursions of Guinness and cakes later in the day. Strong overall likelihood of craic for the following 11 days, followed by falling spirits, thunderous anxiety and moody packing. Slight chance of light blog posting, but quite dry in most areas.
Prisoner of my own device
1 week ago