So on Thursday I slept in extra late for lack of other things to do, then finished packing (a.k.a. squeezing all the stuff in somehow). The three of us puttered around in the garden before having a final feast of a million leftovers. I took a couple pictures of the house to remember it by.
This is the front.
And ze back.
And the chickens!
After that, they drove me to the bus station, where I found my bus to get to Haverfordwest in Wales. Their daughter Mandie picked me up and drove me back to her house, where we watched TV until 1:30 a.m. when it was time to drive down the hill to catch the ferry. There was a drunk old Irish man who kept following me and telling me where all the good places to sleep were, but I managed to lose him during the security check and found myself a lovely corner to curl up in. And after that, it was the bus and then two more to get back to Galway...but I've already covered that. And now I'm caught up! Heh.
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