Page 74 - The Letter By Ann Newhouse

about Paul, getting to our bedroom doors we hugged each other goodbye and exhausted I left her to make her call.
Early next morning after breakfast we were on the road to Holyhead.
‘We’ll try to drive a good bit today before we stop for lunch’, I informed Penny.
‘I called Paul like you said and he assured me all was well’, she told me as soon as we sat to breakfast she was looking a lot happier.
‘We have to be in Holyhead by ten tonight’, I warned her, ‘so we can make the boat’. Two hours along Penny was singing to her hearts content to a CD of the Doors I’d long forgotten about.
‘Are you feeling peckish? I think we can stop for an hour and have some lunch,
I want to top up the petrol anyway’, I said as we pulled into a Little Chef.
We arrived in Holyhead just as they were boarding, and we managed to get into the dining lounge as our bellies were crying out for food by that time. After a fairly filling meal we treated ourselves to an Irish coffee to ease our aching bodies. We started to doze off as the ship crossed the Irish sea.
It took us about half an hour to straighten ourselves out when the boat come into dock, all those hours in the car and then sleeping upright hadn’t done either of us any good.
‘How I ache, I’m sorry you must feel the same’, Penny apologize for moaning. ‘Never mind soon we can lay in a luxurious bath and ease the pain’, I consoled her. We were staying at a hotel near the coast, it was quite an exclusive place just outside Dublin city.