There was a rude awakening this morning when the
failed to go off. We found we could get
ready in 30 minutes flat although this entailed some complicated
the bathroom. As a result we arrived at
Conolly Station earlier than anticipated and with time to get a (bad)
a sandwich before meeting Tommy, our guide for the day.
There were lots of free Ryder Cup souvenirs
available including some good umbrellas and golf balls to hang around
which contained ponchos as well as individual ponchos.
We will keep some of these for Pat who we
should see in
Tommy said "Go and get yourselves some free
brollies" but Mary thought he said "brownies" not
"brollies" and shot up straight away.
She came back with an armful of souvenir raingear and a long
We were about 15 minutes late because of a train in front. We got on a coach and went via Larne to the Antrim coast road.
Glenarne - salmon fishery, abandoned limestone
18th century harbour.
There was a quick stop at Carnlough where there is
built to bring a tramway which was constructed bring limestone to build
harbour. The guide said it was built in the late 1780s. In
fact it was built by the Glenariff Iron Ore and Harbour Company in
1782. It was the first narrow gauge railway in Ireland but what a
pity that the guides were so far off in their information.
Lunch was great fun. We had pre-ordered our meal which had been phoned ahead by the coach driver to a restaurant in Bushmills. We each had a number (7833) and when it was called we went up and picked it up and paid. The only problem was that the numbers were called in a heavy Irish accent. I had to think carefully before deciding that it was in fact 7833 and the non-English speakers had quite a problem. When I went up there was confusion between our order and 7827. In fact the orders were identical so there was no need for the confusion but we had to wait while the Irish minds got it sorted out.
We had Beef and Guinness stew with a puff pastry
(mashed potatoes with scallions) and a pint of Stella
The visit to the Bushmills distillery was interesting in that we actually saw where things happened. There was a tasting at the end and we had 10 and 12 year old. The 12 year old was smoother but both were pretty sweet.
The Bushmills Police Station was completely
surrounded by a
stout, high chain link fence. However, we did not see any police cars
patrols nor was the army in evidence.
From Bushmills we went to the Giants Causeway. There was a pretty stiff walk involved to go
along the cliff top, down the side of the cliff, double back to the
look at the Causeway and then climb back up the motor road in the time
allotted. The weather was fine and the
views excellent. A robin was singing in
a blackberry bush. The formation itself
is quite bizarre but it has withstood the ravages of generations of
The final stop was a photo stop at
The ride back to
The journey from