You may or may not have seen that the day we were in East Belfast, was the night of the second lot of riots. 6 policemen injured and 7 people arrested.
However, we are now back in Dublin, a city I love. Today is Sunday, I have to check as I have lost track.
A very early morning start this morning as the B and B we were staying at in Slane last night, had the equivalent of a Chinese Water Torture drip going on all night, and then fecking Bono’s cock hen turned up crowing its fekking head off at 3.00am this morning. Coupled with the symphony coming from my beloved in serious bursts of audio torture I thought I was having a psychotic episode.
Now to top it off I cant get Wi-Fi in this Hotel called Jury Inn so I am really really grumpy. I have to temper this though as clearly my beloved was thinking of me and bought excellent tickets to Riverdance this afternoon, which was quite simply magic.
But lets go back to Amagh; this blog is two days behind now due to my inability to successfully get WIFI. So we left Belfast and travelled around the coast through Newcastle and wanted to stay at the flash hotel that I have photographed. Marty is in fact planking on the Lion that is at the entrance of this hotel. I will get to that a bit later as we also got plonked in Slane and ending up planking outside the Garda (police station) after a SENSATIONAL MEAL at the Slane Seafood and Steak House.
Amagh was intensely visually beautiful, and when we arrived quite late in the evening Marty was lucky to see an Orange man parade, which he joined, where they laid the reefs you can see in the photos.
You know, my eyes are hanging out of my head and as much in all as I love you all; I have to cut the dialog short tonight and make a supreme effort in the morning when I can find a pub with access to Wi Fi. A good excuse for a Guinness for breakfast.
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