The Downshire Hotel
Travel Blogs from Portpatrick
... but Lyd and I decided to go to the beach.
We went there and it was so packed! I suppose people in Ireland only see sun a couple times a year…
And they were PALE!!
Like reflective white kind of pale.
I said to Lyd “I fit in, there are other pale ...
Well getting up early was not something that happened today.
For any of us.
We did get up though, about midday and had a fry up.
So fatty, but so good!
Laura had offered to take me to see a few things today, which was very kind of her so Laura, Gareth, Glenn and I piled into her little car and we drove.
As some of you may know, well…none of you because I ...
... gardener, Gabby, as guide. Unbelievably, I was the only
interested party! I spent a lovely hour with Gabby, who explained the history
of the gardens and passionately pointed out particular treasures in the plant
collection. The walled garden is edged by a woodland, with loch side views,
rich flora and fauna. I was accompanied for part by a herd of cattle!
I ventured to the most southerly ...
... from the sky! But no, it was just the foam blowing off the ocean. The first section was half along the coast and the other half in land. The coast was the part we were unsure of with the gale force winds. But in our favour the wind was blowing us into the cliffs rather than off, it was blowing that hard at some points James even had to hold my hand while we walked up sections! The wind would make you loose your footing, so you would walk one step forwards, blown to the right then ...
... be told that bikes were not allowed; no negotiating or begging helped. We chained our bikes up and lugged out pannier bags, tents and valuables on board, on a mission to find a bike shop and return in the evening with a new pedal. Finding one to match his cleats wasn't possible, but we happily arrived back at our bikes and fitted one outstandingly odd red pedal! Our technical hitches behind us, we finally enjoyed some drama free days of glorious cycling up ...