I'm in Belfast, Northern Ireland. I leave tomorrow to head up the Antrim coast, and I just spent a week on the Isle of Iona, at a retreat led by author, Joan Anderson.
Can I just tell you how wonderful rain pants are? OMG. I would have been complete toast (well, soggy toast) without them. I even wore them here in Belfast yesterday and was very happy to have them.
I managed to drive myself from the airport to the hotel and not kill anyone. I had one angry cabbie, but I'm thanking my lucky stars that it was early on Sunday morning and there was NO traffic in the city. Still, my heart was pounding and I'm wondering if it was such a great idea to plan a driving vacation in a country with poorly marked streets, no discernable speed limits most of the time, and left-hand driving . . . keep a good thought for me - I took total coverage on the rental car, and now I wish I had taken the GPS!
Tomorrow I head out to Carrickfergus and then up the Coast. Keep a good thought for me as I navigate the "wrong side of the road." :-D
There are photos - there is history - there is peace.
Oh, and there is rare breed yarn. ;-) Enough for two sweaters. It's being shipped. I got some Ronaldsay (natural grey), and some Hebridean (dark brown) - the latter from a local flock in Oban. I love finding stuff like that!!!
Belfast is interesting and different and wonderful and sad, all at the same time.
More later . . . :-)