Good afternoon! We’re off to look at cats today, not to get one, just to look but I’m pretty excited about that. I’ve been working on making my blog look pretty this week rather than posting, but that means I haven’t got around to sharing my Bank Holiday weekend in Northern Ireland with you. I’d love to know what you think of what I’ve made though…
Moon’s dad rather secretly moved over there just before Easter, and we reckon it’s something he’s been planning for a while, which explains his more frequent than usual trips over there within the last year. Although my Dad’s side of the family come from Belfast, Portrush, where Moon’s Dad’s side of the family is from, isn’t somewhere I’ve ever been, despite the fact that we used to go to Ireland a lot when I was younger.
I do remember a vague mention of going to the Giant’s Causeway once, but apparently I wouldn’t have appreciated it back then, when going on walks and nature are one of my favourite things now. We didn’t get to go this time either, but now there’s a permanent base, there’s plenty of time to get around to it. It was quite a quick visit, although because we were up at 5am on the Saturday, it did make it seem a little longer, but probably not quite as long as if we’d managed to get there on the Friday.
This was the weekend I managed to overcome my fear of heights – I hope for at least a little while – and crossed over the dizzy-making Carrick-A-Rede rope bridge. An experience made all the more memorable by an over-friendly Irish man going on about ‘how tame’ it was now. It also meant lots of walking, which tired my poor little legs out but I really enjoyed it, as well as lots of looking out at the sea, which made me miss Portsmouth, if only briefly.
But here are a few of my snaps, I’m so happy we had a bit of sun, on the Sunday we were even lucky enough to be walking around without coats, it really is a totally different climate to the South of England, while we were still wrapped up everyone back home was baking in the sun – made evident by the amount of crispy people we encountered when we stopped at the services on the way home!
We had dinner in a neat little restaurant called The Cellar which had pretty fancy but authentic food. The door slammed really loud.
It was nice to be around so many tourists, plenty of people to volunteer themselves to take pictures for us ♥. One of my favourite pictures I took was actually on my phone and ended up on Instagram.
An old lady had slipped and fallen after crossing to the other side of the bridge so the coast guards had to be called in, pretty encouraging, but then at least she didn’t fall off the bridge or something.
Bye bye, Ireland.I took all these on my little Nikon J1, and I don’t think it did too badly, but then what a great place to take photographs anyway, looking back on them makes me look forward to going back again. Thank you for having us, Mr Moon Sr.
What Bank Holiday fun did you get up to, have you been over the Carrick-A-Rede rope bridge?