At last, the Ireland we were waiting for: mist and thunderstorms

FORSAKING THE CHANCE OF GOLF, we drifted east along the Antrim Coast visit the one of the Glens made by glaciers, but mist rolling in from the sea kept us from seeing anything. Glenariff reputedly has beautiful waterfalls but did we get to see them after our slightly nerve-wracking drive though the fog? I don't think so!




We stopped to see the coastal town of Cushendall.







Don conquered his fear of heights and walked across the Carrick-A-Rede Rope bridge. It is a rope bridge that crosses a 30m deep and 20 m wide chasm, formerly used by fisherfolk in pursuit of Atlantic salmon, now used by the National Trust to harvest tourist revenues.







The island is home to nesting seagulls, and cormorants. It smelt like the penguins -- very fishy.






At the end of the day there was the first rain of our trip. While we ate tea at The Spinnaker restaurant Kate, William, and their new son came out of hospital to much applause, and some thunder, in Portrush.

- Posted before breakfast