We checked out of Jury’s and were still unsure of how we would travel, so we headed to the train station in a last-ditch attempt to find Tom’s missing camera. It finally turned up, just when we were actually about to leave. We decided to catch a bus to Shannon and rent a car, and as we were waiting, some very odd and obviously strung-out girl named Nora came up to us, told Tom he had gorgeous eyes and kept blabbing away at us, not making much sense at all.
We had no trouble at all getting the car, and headed out, with me driving on the left-hand-side. Quite an adventure, up through Clare and Galway, past Athlone and on up to Cavan and finally Cootehill.
I was afraid we might run into a tractor convoy, as a farmer’s strike was ongoing at the time and they were taking to the roads en masse to make their point. But luckily, we didn’t cross their path.
We relaxed at Corbeagh. Had some good Italian food, since Patrick was just back from a trip to Tuscany. Watched Ice cold in Alex and headed to bed earlyish.
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