Ahoy!
Whiskey has been drunk and train ticket has been bought. And earlier I bought some new combats (not sure if that word is able to cross the Atlantic without a visa; mine are greener than these). Also contemplated cutting my hair, but didn’t go through with it. I am now drunk (Becky supplied the whiskey, and I believe has incriminating photographs) and shouting at (and chasing) an incredibly insolent cat.
I’ll drink to that! Godspeed, best of luck, and send me directions.