From Brighton to Dublin
Purl Alpaca Designs have just landed in Dublin. For the first time ever we have left the shores of the UK behind and headed overseas. Over the Irish Sea, to be precise.
Kari-Helene’s journey started in stunning sunshine in Brighton Tuesday morning with a bus journey to the station. From there she got on the train to London. The journey continued from King’s Cross to Cambridge where Tracy picked her up from the station. Tracy had to stay at home to look after the alpacas this time, so Karen got behind the wheel and of they went on the drive to Liverpool where they stayed overnight (of course not without two hours of super slow traffic on the M6).
The journey continued from Liverpool in the VERY early hours of Wednesday (5.30am to be precise) with the beautiful drive through lovely Welsh countryside to Holyhead to catch the 9am ferry.
Both Kari-Helene and Karen were a bit nervous about the journey across the sea, but didn’t have to worry! The sea was calm, the sun was warm and there was knitting taking place on deck. Perfect.
Bessie enjoyed being put on the freight deck with the enormous trucks and Karen and Kari-Helene enjoyed their trucker’s privileges. Did you know there is a dedicated lounge for truckers on ferries? We certainly didn’t. Now we know there is really only one way to travel. We enjoyed a proper, greasy fry up in the company of burly, tattooed, swearing and farting, middle aged men, and you can believe a couple of eyebrows were raised when after breakfast knitting commenced!
We arrived in Dublin in glorious sunshine and started driving towards the Royal Dublin Society Showground. On one of Dublin’s bridges we came to a stand still from what looked to be an accident. We sat in a queue for a little while before we got a clear route through and could see that a car had hit a swan. The swan was a bit dazed and sitting on the pavement when we drove past. Fingers crossed it was not too badly injured and will get nursed back to full health!
We arrived at the RDS without further ado and got the stand set up. Now, the rain is hammering against the windows, but we are warm and cosy in a lovely flat by the canal.
So, where did we put the Guinness?