The White Lion Hotel
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So a few months ago me and my girlfriend Olivia were having a chat about the future. And in my typical fashion of avoiding adulthood and responsibilities I throw in "have you ever wanted to travel?" Anyway, to cut a long story short, here we are a few months later facing the adventure of a lifetime. To be fair it wasn't that simple. Once we decided we wanted to go, we thought the best thing to do was go to STA and find out what we needed to do. We turned up like a couple ...
... he had bowled all year and if he bowled it to anyone else that they wouldn't have edged it. Rob, Ian, Myself, Tani, Browny and Tahir were all back in the shed to leave us reeling at 6/45. Dave batted brilliantly for 46 while Doc got 32 to at least give us a total of 150 all out in 34 overs. You are never going to win a game of cricket making 150, especially against the star-studded lineup of Whitley Hall. Rob bowled really well again and picked up ...
... it is but is was bursting at the seams. We sat down with Big Steve and Nicola which we enjoyed as they are more our type of people as opposed to Nikki and Deb, even if Steve and Nicola are old enough to be our parents. We watched the first half of the bands performance before we walked back to the house to get a good nights sleep before cricket against Whitley Hall ...
... but we did see some spectacular scenery particularly in northern Wales with
rhododendrons growing wild on the hillsides.
We are thrilled with our choice of motorhome (thank you John
and Shirley). It drives extremely well
and is great to live in. Tonight we are camped at Hebden Bridge not too far
from Bradford. We will be pretty much
based in and around this area for the next week as we spend time with Becky and
Dom, Mary and other family members.
I left Dublin after two nights there because my accommodation had appalling breakfasts and it just seemed easier to leave the city than to find a new place to stay (I've left cities for less). The train to Cork was humorously delayed. Inexplicable stops, an empty food cart, hot weather outside but always the marvellous trawl through the lovely Irish countryside.
We came to Cork and, wowsers, the sun, the Blytonesque cornflour blue sky, the pretty colour ...