Countrywoman’s Guide on tour – Belfast

I have to be honest and tell you that Belfast wasn’t on my list of cities I needed to visit, but our best friends were keen to go, so we tagged along and here’s how I got on…

It all started as an idle conversation over Christmas and then came back as a Whatsapp message in January.

The thought of going to Belfast didn’t initially grab me, but a few days away with our best friends were on offer, which was enough to get my vote on the matter.

In terms of organisation, it was really easy, I got a list of things to book on Whatsapp, as follows:

All of which I dutifully completed!

After booking, I realised that a 9am flight from Exeter and a 7am return flight from Belfast meant we had to be at the airport at 7.30am and 4.30am respectively.

Dear reader, I am most definitely not a morning person and this realisation struck me with dread…

Then I realised that as Belfast is categorised as a regional flight, my carry-on luggage allowance was 7kg.

Dear reader, I am most definitely not a light packer and this realisation also struck me with dread…

I was genuinely starting to wonder why on earth I had said we would go, but swiftly gave myself a kick up the backside and concentrated on the positives.

Surprisingly, when the time came, for once I managed to overcome my ‘Last Minute Larry’ syndrome and pack the night before. My habit of hoarding travel sized toiletries most definitely came in handy, and I even managed to restrict myself to a pair of boots on my feet and a small pair of shoes in my bag. Mr W was starting to wonder if there had been an alien abduction…

Even more surprisingly, the scales weighed each of our bags in at 4kg, they were bang on the size limit (which was tiny for a regional flight) but 3kg under the weight limit.

In case you’re interested our carry-on cabin bags were as follows:

Mr W ROKA London Finchley Medium Recycled Canvas Bag

Me (Emma) Fairfax & Favor Hurlingham Tote bag which I’ve had for some years but was a perfect size.

Plus my ‘handbag’ which was my trusty Karrimor Rucksack, again an old faithful item!

Mr W also learnt that querying why a 3 day trip in the car normally necessitates a bootful of luggage, at 5am in the morning wasn’t a safe thing to ask…

With the luxury of a grown-up son as our taxi driver, we were dropped at the door of the airport with plenty of time to spare and enjoyed the airy space of an almost empty airport, mainly because it was stupid o’clock in the morning.

Once we’d been frisked and patted down at Security, we made our way through to sit and wait for our gate to be called and we were soon airborne on our way to Belfast.

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