I’m leaving Ireland a day late, from the wrong airport, and with one fewer functioning arm than I anticipated. It’s been quite the ride. I’ll be glad to get home.
(for those that are concerned: I’ve damaged my shoulder, possibly while slipping down a hill in search of a geocache or geohashpoint; so, y’know, the usual reason I get injured… but I’ve got some physio instructions I’m supposed to follow, and I’ll be okay)
Sooo… I’m in Dublin.
I missed me flight at Knock airport, which turns out to have been the only plane leaving that tiny airport today. So I arranged a flight from Dublin tomorrow, extended my car rental and arranged to drop it off in the capital’s airport instead, and zipped over here.
Now I’m in an underlit bar sipping a Guinness and waiting for a pizza.
There’s a right way to go for lunch during your break at work, and, if you’re in Aberystwyth, this is it.
Starter
I started in Scholars, where Matt (in the Hat) is spending the entire day as a birthday celebration. I treated Matt to a pint
of Guinness, and had a half myself, thereby giving myself probably a full lunch’s worth of calories. But never mind. Matt was trying to teach his friend Dave to play cribbage, with moderate success dulled only by the alcohol both had consumed. Matt’ll be in Scholars until they close, I don’t doubt, so if
you haven’t wished him a happy birthday yet, that’s where you’ll find him.
Main Course
I’ve recently discovered the sandwiches of Morgan’s, the butchers opposite Barclays on Great Darkgate Street. You go in there and mutter “beef” to the chap, who then
slices a generous bun and fills it with roast beef, a Yorkshire pudding, fried onions, and thick gravy. It’s a roast beef dinner… in a sandwich! Genius! Apart from the obvious mess it
makes to eat it, it’s fantastic.
Dessert
And to finish: back to The Hot Bread Shop on the corner of Cambrian Place and Chalybeate Street for a slice of orange cake. And now I’m very full. Marvellous.