This weekend I went to Dublin for my lovely friend Laura’s hen weekend. I’ve known Laura every since we met moving into our University accommodation way back when, when we were young innocent first years. Too many years ago to count now. (Or at least, it would be impolite to try and count – you’d need more than just fingers and thumbs, put it that way). So it was fantastic to celebrate with her and other old friends in this fantastic city. I’ve actually been to Dublin twice before – both times for hen weekends – but, as is the way with this things, hadn’t actually been able to see any of the city, except for bars, clubs, the Guinness factory, and pole dancing classrooms (ahem).
But this time around, I’d booked myself on a later flight on Sunday evening and so had a bit of time to explore. We’d got the lay of the land on a brilliant (and somewhat hair-raising) bus tour the day before – but Dublin is small enough to explore on foot, and as the sun was shining down us, a walk was a brilliant way to blow away the hangover cobwebs.
Today’s quote is from James Joyce.