After dropping off Anna at the Dublin airport I took the last ferry back to the UK. This in hindsite was a poor choice. I disembarked around 1:30am and by the time 2:30 rolled around I settled for some very (and I mean very) shady sleeping arrangements. I awoke alive however (what’s more amazing is that my car was still in one piece too), and Wednesday turned out to be amazing. I was drawn by the castles littering the Welsh countryside to do some unplanned sightseeing. That night I drove back to Stratford-upon-Avon and stayed again at the Mercure Shakespeare Hotel.