Our plan today was to take the subway to the train station, then take the train to the coast to catch a ferry to Ireland, and then ride a bus to our hotel.
The first part of the journey went off without a hitch! We even had time to stop at Starbucks for coffe and a frappuccino! Just across the stree we caught the subway to the train station. At the train station I found a real, live copy of my favorite quilting magazine. I do have an electronic subscription, but it’s nice to have a paper copy!
Everything seemed to go well once we got on the train. It was to be a 3.5 hour ride to the coast to catch the ferry. A our an hour into our trip, they stopped the train due to mechanical problems at the next station and made us all get off! Between the garbled PA system and the announcer’s accent, it was difficult to understand WHAT we were supposed to do next! We just followed the crowd–sheople, that’s us 🐑!
So…we got on a second train to Crewe. From there we had to exit the train and get on another one to Chester. From there, we were literally crammed onto another train headed to Holyhead. I was squished into a jump seat in the luggage are between a bicycle, a rolling cart, and the back of the regular seats for about 30 minutes. Poor Jim had to stand in the aisle the whole time!
At the next stop enough people got off for both Jim and I to get real seats. I sat next to an older gray-haired gentleman who was a wealth of information! He and his wife have a little farm near the coast. He said he enjoys taking his granddaughters to and from school every day and reading medieval mystery novels. I really enjoyed talking to him.
Along the way we got to see lots of farmland. Cows and sheep dotted the countryside. They also had harvested what I thought was hay. Hard to tell though, as each rolled bundle was vacuum covered with light green plastic–my guess is so the rain doesn’t destroy the hay.
They also had was appeared to be a healthy crop of solar panels–just like at home!
It was a long train ride, but the scenery was pretty amazing!
The train route ended in Holyhead. It’s just a little station in the middle of nowhere near the coast.
There was not much at the station. Nothing to eat, and by this time (2:30 pm) both Jim and I were quite hungry! Outside the platform was a bridge that took us in to town. We didn’t know that when we started on it, but thought “What the heck!” We had two hours to kill and lunch to find.
We found a little cafe for lunch, not of course they only took pounds and we didn’t have any! Fortunately there was a bank down the street so…problem solved. The meal was not worth photographing. It was edible and served its purpose. On the way back to the station to catch the bus to the port, Jim spied a castle-like building.
This is the kind of place I would like to spend more time exploring. On the was back over the bridge I saw this and thought it was interesting. It must be true of the people who live here as others described this area as a wasteland. I would like to think it’s a diamond in the rough, with a whole lot of unexplored potential.
At 4:30 pm they opened the ticket booth so we could board the bus to the port for the ship that took us to Dublin. Because of the broken train, we missed out original ferry and had to take a later one–sound familiar??? Anyway, it gave us a chance to breathe and realize we were no longer in England, but Wales!
But we made it on! Jim and I found a seat near a window so we would have something to look at for the next two hours. This was our parting shot of the port in Holyhead. Bye Wales!
Shortly after we left the port there was a community off to the left along the cliffs at the shoreline. I would imagine that winters are just terrible here, what with the wind and rain. But an interesting place to visit in the summer–one I would like to!
A mere two hours later we were pulling up to the Dublin port. They ushered us on to a bus and we were very quickly delivered to Dublin city center.
As we were cruising through the city we came across this statue? Not sure what it is called or what it stands for, but if I had to guess I would say maybe their fight to gain independence?
We ate at TGIFridays. It was weird–no matter where in the world you eat at Hard Rock Cafe, your food tastes as you expect. The same is NOT true for TGIFridays!
And my last picture today is of a beautiful bridge that crosses the river that separates North Dublin from South Dublin.
Thanks! 😁 & 💖