I'm off to catch a train to another train to a plane to an island to another plane to another island. Tomorrow I will be in Dublin!
I'm hoping all the usual travelers at the airport will be scared off by today's date, so I'll have a nice, breezy time of it all, with no crowds. On the other hand, it is a Friday, so maybe not.
It's a pity I don't play something small like a flute or a harmonica. The mandolin isn't huge, but flights through the UK (I'm transferring in Heathrow) only give you one carry-on these days. So that'll be my mandolin, and I'll be cramming a fair amount of stuff into the pockets of my cargo pants. Luckily there's no limits on pockets.