It was one degree when we left home and two hundred miles later when we arrived in Rosslare it had soared to three degrees!
The drive down had been as usual, uneventful, except for a mini blizzard this side of Dublin. We had called into the devices for a coffee and ran into a couple of motor homing friends who pointed to a very soft tyre at the back of Helga, luckily enough there was a compressor and we were able to change up from 15 psi to 50.
Arriving in the port with an hour to spare we busied ourselves with a bottle of Gordons, the crossing was going to be lumpy for its nineteen hour duration, so a strong sleeping draught was required. Any excuse.
And so to board the good ship Oscar.
The crossing was a tad lumpy, very difficult to walk in a straight line, although this morning I’m wondering if it was the swell or our alcohol intake.
I was aware of myself sliding about in the bed, thinking it was a wonderful dream only to be awakened by the sound and sensation of huge amounts of brine throwing themselves at our vessel.
Still this morning under leaden skies with the six meter waves dancing below our window all is well. a nice breakfast and if it brightens at all, some pics of the water.
We intend driving as far south as possible today, given there will be only around three hours of winter daylight, so There will be no more news from your roving reporter for a while.
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