Recovery

Back in West Cork again. The plane deposited us in Dublin at midnight. Neither of us wanted to have to have to do the journey on Sunday proper, so I texted the sister to say weren't going to stay with her and were going to keep on going and would see her brand new Maine Coon kittens the next time (they'd be house trained by then). Got to Clonakilty at 3.15am, but that was really 4.15am as the clocks had gone back and as we were on Greek time, my body thought it was 6.00am or Christmas or New Year or something. Anyway, two very excited dogs and a few hours sleep later things are on a more even keel and some of the spoils of the journey may be opened!