Ok, that’s the end of the trip. We had gone out in the sunshine and returned back in the rain passing once again the thought-provoking plaque to little Clare and Paula before we boarded onto the morning ferry.
Inspired observations gained from my travels, matched to a music track and made into a quirky blog from a recalcitrant Lancastrian. recalcitrant rɪˈkalsɪtr(ə)nt/ adjective 1. having an obstinately uncooperative attitude towards authority or discipline. noun 1. a person with a recalcitrant attitude. "a stiff-necked recalcitrant and troublemaker" ☯️ Start with what is right rather than what is acceptable. Franz Kafka. Next trip coming soon….
Thursday, 24 September 2020
Things can only get better...
Chasing Cars...
Today was to be a jaunt taking the riverside route and cycleway down the River Lagan from Belfast to Lisburn.
Wednesday, 23 September 2020
A Lady of a Certain Age...
Today, was going to be easier as it was not as far to make the return journey back to Belfast up the west side of the lake. We left an overcast Ardglass after a good breakfast. Downpatrick, Killyleagh and then a brew stop at ‘Daft Eddies’ at Whiterock.
Tuesday, 22 September 2020
Girl from Mars....
Leaving the hotel we had a quick tour round the dry docks in the cool morning air. It was ‘Titanic’ this and ‘Titanic’ that but disappointingly, the actual ‘Titanic’ was nowhere to be found. We did however find the old pirate radio ship HMS Caroline.
Monday, 21 September 2020
The bright side of the road...
Sunday, 20 September 2020
Screamager...
The weather was looking up, a good general synopsis of the sea state was a gentle south-westerly blowing good to fair off Dogger Bank according to the early morning shipping forecast. No warnings in force so with military precision everything was packed and carefully stowed away; egg butties wrapped in a spare pair of freshly-laundered Y-fronts were squashed into panniers along with copious supplies of bovril and baked beans, a harmonica, a packet of love-hearts and a corkscrew...nothing had been left to chance, it was time to depart.
The boys are back in town...
Shaking body…
As part of the fiesta, I could only think that it was the turn of the Basque Separatists to start the day’s celebrations! As at 8 ‘o’ clock ...
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There is a great sense of community here and entrepreneurial excellence as, for example, our evening meal meat was purchased direct from the...
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“ If at some point we all succumb For goodness sake, let us be young ‘Cause time gets harder to outrun And I’m nobody, I’m not done…” So, we...
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Pinch, punch it’s the start of the month…and the start of another blog! As the barrier lifts up it’s pitch black, wild and windy and the w...