Pool of Sorrows: Part II

After yesterday's excursion to the real Pool of Sorrows, our car leaving the castle this morning could probably be given the same name....

Last night turned out to be a late one, and this morning had to be an earlyish one to catch our flight home... It was a slow and quiet journey along the slippery roads to the airport.

Travelling with Mr B is always an experience and his response on seeing the enormous queue of US air force folk at the bar/restaurant in the airport was no exception. Instead of our normal airport meal of a full cooked breakfast, we had smoked salmon and a whole soft cheese from the twee Irish souvenir shop. Not exactly what I needed to calm the pool of sorrows in my stomach, but probably better in the long run than another pint of guinness. (Am I overusing the pool of sorrows thing?)

Then home to the ice house, but some warm cuddles from the kids to make up for it.