On the ferry to Ireland!
…where I am sure they invented alphabet soup.
I’m in a town called llanafwr. Honest.
All is good except I’m wearing 3 layers if clothing. My ankle is getting better. I’m still with Emily Comfort and Brett. Ita is sleeping her way through England, the trollip. On our way to a whiskey tour. More later if I can type!
Yesterday Emily and I went to the Plymouth Museum, and it was surprisingly good. Whoever is in charge of how the displays are laid out, the information included and what’s included knows their job. It was really a nice display.
Then a brisk walk to the park that over looks the mouth of the river Plym… (“Plym”-“Mouth”… get it…) and a memorial to the navel losses in WWI and WWII. We also watched a few really crazy people swimming in the freezing ocean while we had our nice warm lunch.