A bright and early start (with another excellent breakfast) and we departed Ballymaloe for the drive up the motorway to Dublin Airport. It took less than three hours to drive almost the length of Ireland to Dublin. Everything was grey and overcast, not a glimpse of blue sky or relief to the landscape.
Dublin Airport is modern and well organised and we easily checked in with Aer Lingus. The helpful check-in lady gave us exit row seats and we only had to wait. On Arrival in England, Nikki met us at the airport. We just had to pick up our car from the hire people. We had ordered a Ford focus or similar but ended up with a bright yellow Hyundai Veloster (hardly inconspicuous in West Sussex).
Nikki had arranged to meet us and had arranged for us to have dinner with her and Boyd and his Dad. They had chosen the Kings Head pub - winner of best pub for 2012 so we were in seriously nice gastronomic territory.
Unfortunately, at the beginning of the meal, I found myself feeling unwell. It was not long before I realised that I had taken a bait, I had some kind of very nasty gastric thing happening -let's just say that the situation was most undignified and lasted all night.
I hated being such a wet blanket but there was little I could do.
I think I am better now - but taking no chances.
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