Safe arrival in the town of Bushmills, with the stench of silage and distilling whisky hanging thick in the air like an alcoholic farmer's blanket. However, very tasty fish supper was eaten by the river whilst watching salmon make their way upstream (further details available from Rickard).
Heading off this morning on our way to Derry via the Giant's Causeway, Coleraine , Portstewart and Limavady.
Here we are leaving Belfast to get the train to Portrush
‘THE LAST PLACE TO BE FREE’
ReplyDeleteTHE LAST PLACE TO BE FREE,
AN ISLAND IN THE SEA
PERFECT MOMENTS TO EXPLORE,
WIDE HORIZONS SHORE TO SHORE
HEAVEN SUSPENDED IN INNER SPACE,
MAGNIFICENT SPLENDOUR OF SEA’S EMBRACE
MAN’S MINUTIUE AND LIFE’S AGITATIONS,
SET ASIDE BY NATURE’S PERSUASIONS
THE UNHURRIED DAYS, THE STILLNESS OF THE NIGHT,
THE BRIGHTNING DAWN, THE DAZZLING LIGHT,
THE DRIFTING TIDES, THE RUNNING SEAS,
THE SCATTERING BIRDS, THE STIFFENING BREEZE,
THE SPEEDING BIRD’S REFLECTING EYES,
THAT RISE UNBIDDEN WITH A CRY.
FREEDOMS WON AND FREEDOMS GAINED
IN SERENE CONTEMPLATION OF LIFE SUSTAINED,
ON FAR FLUNG SHORES THAT REACH THE SKY,
ANSWERING HUMANITIES PLAINTIFF CRY,
THE LAST PLACE TO BE FREE,
LIVING WITH NATURE IN HARMONY
BY
MARY CECIL
Good Job lads
ReplyDeleteKeep the wheels turning!
Mary Cecil
Manager
Bushmills
Hostel
Expect you'll be feeling like you've got a giant causeway after 60 miles.
ReplyDeleteRest yer bums and sleep well.
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