Lynn and I both love waking up to the soft morning light here - unlike the very bright morning light of Australian mornings. There is not a sound until about 8.30 when the odd car goes past the house. You wake more slowly adjusting to the day in a warm cosy bed. We lay here discussing the day ahead and what we’ll see and do in Dublin on our last day here.
First a morning chat with our AirBnB hosts, unfortunately Rocio is not well and we won’t get to see her. Working as a babysitter the children see looks after has passed on their colds to her. Diago, Lynn and I chat about an essay he’s doing on change management as part of his investment career. Give him some quick tips on how to research relevant academic papers on the web. We say our thanks for our overnight stay and lovely Dublin apartment, and head down the cobbled streets to pop our bags in the car. The apartment complex is extensive, with an unusual wooden addition surrounded by a small moat.
On the tram heading to ‘The Point’ - end of the line where the docks are we spot an ice rink and an ice hockey game is progress. Remembering images of our boys when they were young, learning to roller-skate. Dropping them off, we stay awhile for a few giggles as they scramble for the rails, their legs out of control and heading in all directions. One of those little pleasures as parents.
We do a late breakfast at Café Crema – get our mobiles corrected by Optus back home and we’re ready to take our car back to Budget - and then a bus to Terminal 1 for our flight back to Manchester.
We stay too long in the lounge area and have to quickstep it to our departure area – a word of advice when travelling out of Ireland – the departure areas are a long way from the terminal entry point. Luckily for us the travelators are a huge help in moving much quicker – we scrape in by a few seconds of missing our jet and somehow we’ve missed customs – but we are still allowed to board. We're both hot as, from the scurry - but quickly cool down.
35-minute flight and we’re back on the ground in Manchester and heading to the JetPark to pick up our trusty Toyota Avensis Wagon. With address logged into the SatNav were off and on our way to Ecclefechan (Scotland). Its a few hours drive - and in soft rain we’re met by Richard Little (owner) of Beccleuch Cottage our home until Thursday morning.
This little cottage is gorgeous – and can’t wait to see it in the daylight.