Liverpool to Dublin
It wasn’t Wednesday morning at five o’clock, instead a 2.15 a.m. Monday start, as I began the long and winding road to Liverpool John Lennon Airport.
Although I only had a couple of hours sleep, I thought to myself I feel fine, as the alarm brought me back to the land of the living.
Via Shrewsbury, Oswestry, Wrexham and Chester, plus all the places to come over the next few days, I really am here, there and everywhere.
It was still dark when I set off from home and, as I got into my car, I could hear a blackbird singing in the dead of night.
I also saw a couple of barn owls in flight before the new day announced itself. Here comes the sun, declared mother nature, as the light dispelled the darkness.