An early start at 7:30, a much quicker drive back to Dublin, to discover a practical joke that involves signs to ‘Dublin Port’ starting some 10 miles out that disappear in the city centre, taking us on a sight seeing tour of places we’ve been before in Dublin, but with no indication of how to find the port.

We got there eventually, and had a choppy crossing that was a full 7-pinter in terms of staggering effect, and for the second time witnessed the spectacle of a fully loaded HGV passing a car driven by doddering pensioner at 35mph on a main A-road. I think there was a tartan blanket on the parcel shelf too :-).