Ireland

We sail tonight from Holyhead, travelling there on the blue bus with the dark and menacing rear lounge and upstairs kitchen, our preferred means of conveyance currently stuck in a garage with brake trouble. Whether the weather will hamper our progress to and around the emerald isle is a matter of much speculation - snow and ice storms are arriving from the arctic north as I write this. It's probably a good thing that Tim is used to such conditions as he makes his home in Sweden. This inclemency may also make it difficult for me to fly back to the UK for the laying to rest of a dear friend on the 20th, meaning I'll miss the Belfast show the night before. I really, really hope there's a break in the weather.