We've been skipping down the eastern Irish coast, through some pleasant places - quite a contrast to the wilderness and emptyness we had in the northwest. Strangford Lough was lovely; we anchored and pottered happily about. The people were unvarying friendly and helpful. And yet... they do talk rather loudly (and sometimes incomprehensibly). And their signs seem to indicate something. On the gate of a fishing lake we saw a sign that said (verbatim). "Members Only. Gate nust be Locked before Leaving. By Order of The Committee." You might have thought that to club members "Don't forget to lock the gate" would be better? There were several similar instances. Make of it what you will.
We're now in Carlingford, a very pretty town on another large inland waterway, this time surrounded by mountains. Val and I climbed one - Carlingford Mountain (588m) today, and a good walk it was in the heat. Yes heat! It finally arrived, so now we can complain about that, It's lovely and hot and sunny unless you actually want to do anything. And there's no wind (but please don't anyone pray for rain and gales!). But we're finally abroad! In Euroland! After only 8 weeks!
We plan to explore the lough some more tomorrow then go down to Malahide, just outside Dublin, where we're meeting Marion and Grant. No photo this time - it's all too slow loading, I'm afraid.
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