The Game is Afoot and Afield

In the morrow we shall fly into the land of Éire. My crippled suitcase borrowed from my father is packed tight with a mixture of early spring and midsummer wear. It is amazing to me just to conceive that you can be on one side of the globe one night tucked into a hole in the side of the mountains and the next day you can be on the other side in diverse surroundings. I don't know how I will contain myself for 10 hours on a plane. Typically I am a worm in hot ashes. After perusing my bookshelf for a time I determined that Sherlock Holmes would be the best book to accompany me on this journey. Till the morrow.

Cheers!