Our next home base was a lovely little house with an amazing view. After a day of taking it easy we did a tour of the Antrim coast catching a few of the highlights. Below are some pictures from the beach below the Mussenden Temple (it had some really nice sand).
The airbnb we stayed at near Armagh (Cameron’s ancestral lands) had the cutest dog and kitten. Our host let us take Lucy, the dog, for a walk along the nearby roads.
Below are some pictures of the Armagh Library. You have to ring a doorbell to get in, so we were the only ones there. All the books are pretty old (the kind you need white gloves to handle). They even had a bunch of first edition Jonathan Swift works including Gulliver’s Travels with Swift’s own markup inside from 1726.
This was one of my favourite days on our trip. We went for a walk through the Mourne Mountains (famous for inspiring C.S. Lewis to write the Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe and as home to the Dothraki). Turns out the Mournes (at least the part we walked through) are just one giant bog. The majority of the walk was along a farmer’s access road, but then we tried to follow some route instructions from the internet, which directed us straight into the bog.
I had good waterproof boots on—I wasn’t concerned about the squishy, soggy ground. So, I marched along quite enthusiastically until in an instant everything below my right knee was below the surface of the bog! Having too much forward momentum to stop myself, my other leg soon followed. Cameron was several meters away taking a more cautious route and never saw a thing! If I hadn’t told him, I’m not even sure he would have noticed my soggy jeans. Probably the only one to witness me knee deep in a bog was a lone sheep watching us from the top of the hill. (The nicest thing about the day was that we saw maybe three people in total—it was just us and the sheep for the most part!) After that misstep I was much more careful going forward. We walked up the hill, hoping to get to the top, and out of the bog, but the bog just kept bogging so we eventually turned around and went back the way we came—not before getting a pretty spectacular view though.
Above: The sheep that witnessed my sinking.