Work has been pretty frenetic, so I escaped for the weekend aboard a super cheap Easy Jet flight to my ancestral home.
The Premier Inn Hubs are my very favourite hotels and I always stay in Goodge Street. On my return from the not so gorgeous city of Stoke on Trent, Goodge Street was fully booked. I found a great Hub tucked in behind Kings Cross and I think the location is just perfect. I am totally over carrying suitcases so dumped the bags, packed knickers and a toothbrush, and dressed like a bag lady for my Irish runaway. Of course, running down the road to Kings Cross there is not another person in sight except one very dapper suave looking gentleman who I immediately recognised and thought OMG. Toby from Lincoln greeted me warmly and it will be lovely to see him next week, where the Chanel lipstick might need to come out to make up for the Kings Cross vagrant look.
My flight into Belfast was pragmatic as I was keen to see the Giant’s Causeway before Boris stuffs up the border. I expected Belfast airport to be quite big and busy but as we landed, the little sheds made me quickly re calibrate my head.
I handed over my license to the lovely Irish lilted young man at the car hire desk. With the gift of the Irish silver tongue, he explained my little treat. My car hire was super cheap but when I turned toward the stunning Titanic Museum on the docks in Belfast it was a lovely brand new, never driven red Merc that was in my possession. I seriously won’t want to give it back.
Sleeping under the stars 