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Took the TF to the hill climb and left Mildred in the hotel parking lot. Overcast with occasional drizzle all day. The hill climb is in a spectacular setting - largely the driveway of an old mansion - but the organisation was pitiful. We left at 13:30 and they had only had one run. It is not as if the hill climb is a long one. It is only just over …
... I ran in and checked where we should park. The reception lass was petite and not Irish, perhaps French. She directed us around the side of the house to ample angle parking at the rear. We returned and while checking in sought her guidance on busses to the city, the black cab tour and found her most helpful. She showed us the two dining areas where breakfast was served between 7.30 and 9am and upstairs to room 12. Spacious room with windows opening onto the ...
... it was amazing to see how well preserved the body was, even the hair that, whilst faded, seemed in remarkable condition. It even held the kids interest for about 15 minutes, which gives you an idea of how impressive it was.
The museum also had a great section outlining the history of Northern Ireland and the conflicts that have going on over time, but sadly we didn’t get time to finish reading everything as the museum closed. We hope ...
... a spare cigarette resting behind the ear. The murmurs of their days pass through there chapped lips that still taste of sea salt. The fishermen and farmers finding common ground over a pint, discovery that companionship that is hard to come by in these lonely jobs.
All over the ridged stone walls is history. Centuries old banners stoop low, the stamps faded with time but the power still resting in the deep colours and swirls. The ancient symbols meaning very little ...
... Somebody forgot to tell the couple full on making out laying down on the island that there weren't actually any rooms, walls, or privacy at all in fact, on the island. On the way back, we saw the most ridiculous sight of the day, with what had to be a mail-order bride walking with her old husband along the steep gravel path in ginormous high heels. Yes I got a photo. Yes I've attached it to this blog. Thank me later. He was also wearing junners. Dick. Once everyone ...