Most trips to the mainland are made with a list in hand that’s nearly the length of an arm. With so much to do, a full day passes with little notice of the obligatory seven hours spent before the return trip home. Add to that the three hours round trip travelling to get there, and that’s ten hours away from the island.
Although it’s an indulgence to fly as the cost is double that of the ferry, today was one those trips where I didn’t have a list and by 1 pm I was finished with no need or desire to shop. I wasn’t tempted in the least by the outdoor Christmas markets or the ‘Black Friday all week’ Americana specials that have, seemingly all of a sudden, distastefully infiltrated Ireland.
Besides it was only one way and it just made sense as staying in town would’ve undoubtedly cost more. So I rang the airport and they had an available seat. Lucky me– they only have nine seats in total on the plane. I booked their 3 o’clock flight, bus leaving town an hour before.
I was in my house, shoes kicked off, before 3:30. I wouldn’t have been home before 7 pm otherwise. Don’t misunderstand, I love the time on the ferry and bus. I read, write, sleep, talk with friends, but today was an exception, resulting in both time and money well spent.
Just before landing, I snapped this picture from the plane window– the pier where the ferry docks. No irony intended, just happened to be where the plane flies over before touching down. Coincidentally, I’m finishing up my haiku post for this week and it’s related also. All signs pointing to me travelling… I wish!!