Approaching The Great Fin: The N11, Christmas Eve

That's what I think of when I see The Sugarloaf's looming dark graph.

After delivering my cousin's monster turkey and ham (which spent a couple of days in our fridge as his own was too small) to his house in Bray, I was into the traffic stream on the N11 to my wife's parent's place in Wexford. A smooth enough drive, though cuffed now and then by crosswinds; many drivers in an even madder dash to get to their respective towns and cities outside The Pale. It's a crazy time. Happy happiness everyone.