Space the final frontier...

... my fluffy bottom.
Space is nothing. The time required to cover the space from A to B is what really matters.
Especially when A is sweet home Raheny and B is Nana's house.
300 kilometers. Nothing really. A little escape. A Sunday afternoon drive.
Not in Ireland Mister, oh no. 5 long hours it takes on average. When the pace is dictated by the grannies in blue Micras.
Luca is a great co-pilot though and there surely is no risk of falling asleep at the wheel with him in the left seat.
He averages 23 questions per mile, ranging from 'are we still in Ireland' to 'if I had my runners on, could a caveman catch up with me'
The counties crossed are enumareted along the way 'are we still in County Longford? Are we still in County Longford? Are we still in County Longford?' and the usual landmarks help to measure the progress made 'are we far from the creamery? Is it still County Roscommon after the creamery or is it County Mayo?'
And throughout the trip the same question: 'will it be nighttime when we get to Nana's. Will it be nighttime when we get to Nana's'
As it happens we got there just in time to catch the very last rays of the winter sun. The rest of the trip was drizzle all along.