A tee-totaller goes to the Guinness Storehouse
Yes- there is some irony there, but it did happen, coinciding with a visit to Dublin yesterday. You join me whilst I am (well, as of yesterday) sailing over the Irish Sea back to Blighty, milking the amount of data left from my eSIM. But, there'll be no more talk of milk in this blog post, as there will be talk of a different drink, instead. But more on that later. It was my first time in the Irish capital, and in hindsight, we'd not left a good enough amount of time to peruse it, but, we did what we could in the given time. After arriving at Connolly Train Station, we remarked on how quiet it was for such a central station. The quietness continued as we walked alongside the River Liffey, but the fact that it was Easter Sunday in a heavily religious country could well have played a part. We sauntered at a leisurely pace towards the Guinness Storehouse, passing through one of Dublin's most renowned tourist traps (*cough, areas, even), walking past the legendary ...