Down where I cannot follow...

Monday again, doesn't Monday come around with such speed these days?

So, as I understand it, there are two giants - one Scottish, One Irish... They say that they can beat the other in a fight (for world giant domination?) and agree to build a bridge between Nth Ireland and Scotland... The bridge built, they start walking out to meet each other (12miles) ...as the Irish giant spies the Scottish giant and noting just how much bigger he is, The Irish giant runs back to his wife who builds him a big bassinet (What the!) puts him in it in big babies clothes etc. The Scottish giant rolls up and seeing how big the baby is, immediately thinks - wow, the father must be huge and legs it back to Scotland, tearing up the causeway as he goes... This causeway is the Irish end



Post causeway, we're en route to some castle named Dunluce, The Macdonalds once inhabited it... Then one night during a storm, the kitchen fell off the cliff with cooks and dinner still in it... the woman owner moved into town to be closer to the shops... (The little black spot is actually a plane!)



Yeah, so, well... Northern Ireland was ace, we stayed in a basic but comfortable b+b in Glenariff with a great host! Did a 12.9k trek on day two, that was OK... (I have physio at 0830 tomorrow!) through / around / up the valley, more commonly known as a Dell??... Urm, isn't that a comp...yeah, you know what I mean...

Anyway...