We are posting our visual itinerary for those who love maps (as I do, anyway). We made it to the Irish Coast today…in the rain. Not to be deterred (any good Irish folk would not notice the weather…not even a wee bit), we left the nice warm hotel room at the Bushmill’s Inn and wandered the little village, found a hidden gem of an art gallery in the farmland nearby and visited the Dunluce Castle – a fascinating 17th century fortification (now ruins) that is built on the edge of a 200 foot high cliff. So, that’s about where letters G & F would be. We’ll be hanging around here for a couple of days; Saturday we’ll make it over to Derry for a tour. Monday we fly home from Belfast.
And, the birthday day, Friday, is a sea-going delight made up of the Giant’s Causeway – photos will tell that tale – and a boat trip to Rathlin Island dominated by birds, sea life and especially our friends – the Puffins of Whale Camp fame. (Rathlin Island is being hidden by the letter “F” on the map.)
Here’s a photo taken from the Dunluce Castle wall down to the sea…I think it’s the Atlantic here, but will be checking that with some local expert. Hopefully we’ll be able to get to see the white cliffs to the west. Our gallery owner man told us to go there for sunset some night about 9:30 or so. Maybe the fog will lift. I guess our attitude about “don’t let the weather color your thought or your actions” is fine, but it can’t make a sunset happen. We have been so fortunate for this trip – weather being a helpful ingredient, but far from the most important. And, hopefully we’ll be sharing Stone Harbor sunsets with friends and family really soon.
Nancy wanted me to report the “rebirth of the bun” for ladies’ hair in Scotland and Ireland. It’s a phenomenon of the Fifties for her, but it’s going strong over here….as well as hair dyed bright red or purple. Not our taste; just reporting and hard to get photos…don’t want to make the locals mad with the “ugly American” taking shots of their heads.
“All the best” to all of you. (Dick Plumeri started using that as a way of saying “good-bye” about 15 years ago and it has caught on in our family to the point that we named a boat “All the Best”. That is the most Scottish and now, the most Irish, of sayings…it’s everywhere.)