In just under an hour, I'm leaving Dublin and heading to sunny Sligo for a weekend's surfing and camping. According to Met Eireann, it's going to be rainy and windy (42km/h). Perfect for the surfing part of the weekend, not so great for the camping part.
For the rain-delay parts, I'm bringing a few things to read:
Of course, there's a very good chance I could die out there. Whether it's from exposure, or at the hands of a crazed, knife-wielding maniac. Or maybe even in a really nonsensical, over-hyped way, Blair Witch-style. Or perhaps just from embarassment as I make a complete ass of myself on a surfboard.
Either way, if I don't make it back, avenge my death.